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To: Drammach; Timeout
High Flight

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along and
Flung my eager craft through footless halls of air
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Hi There..
I was paging through the HTML section, and saw this poem.
Not sure if you ever got an answer, or if you just figured it out by yourself, but I checked your FR page and it wasn't there..

For some reason, I decided to challenge myself to "figger it out"...
Maybe it's just the season..

But, here it is, and if you're interested in how it's done but don't want to search through the Sandbox page to find the formatting, I can Freepmail it to you as a text file..

Anyway, Merry Christmas, and here's the Poem, formatted on a colored background..

130 posted on 12/23/2004 11:25:07 AM PST by Drammach (Freedom; not just a job, it's an adventure..)
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To: Drammach
High Flight

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along and
Flung my eager craft through footless halls of air
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

131 posted on 12/23/2004 1:00:01 PM PST by Drammach (Freedom; not just a job, it's an adventure..)
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