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To all my fallen comrades it was a pleasure

By *orkie_80 OP Man over a year ago

naughty town

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.

By *yron69Man over a year ago

Fareham

Thanks. I’d almost forgotten. Shame on me x

By *pursChick aka ShortieWoman over a year ago

On a mooch

By *andybeachWoman over a year ago

In the middle

We shall remember them