Epicure a magic name

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Title

Epicure a magic name

Description

A five verse poem recording the end of 517 Squadron's meteorological flights.

Creator

Publisher

IBCC Digital Archive

Contributor

Frances Grundy

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Format

One typewritten sheet on an album page

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Identifier

PWardEM16010037

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Transcription

Epicure, a magic name,
You'll never get the gen again
For 517's dead and gone,
In truth to tell you'v[character deleted]e had it John.
You'll have to do your forecasts now
Without the griff from aircraft's prow,
Unless St. Eval take it over
And do the trip from Cornwall's clover.
But we were bred on Brawdy's runways
Tougher far than Devon's sunways;
Cloud and rain our foster mothers
Yet our sorties out did others.
Morn [sic] ye, then for 517
Know it [word deleted] as a Met man's heaven;
Others may try to do the trick
But none will ever be as slick.
We wish you luck without our aid
Better forecasts may be made
Without it-
But I doubt it.

R. Butler World copyright

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Citation

P Butler, “Epicure a magic name,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed August 23, 2019, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/9968.

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