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When I have crashed For the last time, Will the one sent To sift through wreckage For my soul's black box Conclude that the pilot Of this broken craft, In his last moments Reached for one switch, But touched another, Adjacent and identical, That shut off the fuel Instead of moving to reserves?
Gary Witt
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Sunday, April 27, 2008 |
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009 |
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