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Thursday, 22 October 2020

Poppy fields of Red,






Landscapes turned from ruin, Germinated by seeds that were shed, In Flanders Fields a poet wrote, Where poppies grow and larks sing, from dawn to dusk, Never forgotten to those that loved, In remembrance we trust..
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