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
http://canada.kos.net/remembrance.html
Yup and Aus too fondly remembered all soldiers, all who fought and died for their lands...the highest service one could do to his country.
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here too ... everyone was with poppy flowers ... and there was a 2
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cheeeze ass stick a poppy flower on ur bum
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ReplyDeleteits not dead
I love the dove picture.
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ReplyDeleteshe didnt see the hott pics below
u sure da bum? i thought on ma boobs!
ReplyDeletecheezeass if u had boobs the poppy flower could be placed there...but ur bum is bigger than ur boobs
ReplyDeleteGimme some time ... am tryina laugh! :-|
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