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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 synset 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.

Im not going to preach, but please do not bully people into displaying a poppy on their timeline (on Facebook & Twitter) or their lapel. It’s a personal choice. Lets observe Armistice Sunday in whichever way we are comfortable with. Whether its at a public service or at home with private memories. Lest We Forget.

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