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Post by mckenzygirl on Nov 11, 2008 12:44:52 GMT 9.5
In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
John McCrae 1872-1918 Thank-you to all our Veterans and Servicemen and women in the Military. "Freedom Isn't Free!"
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Post by zonked on Nov 11, 2008 23:05:24 GMT 9.5
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