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I have such a warm spot in my heart for the veterans who hand out those little red paper poppies that I wanted to do this one first. I never walk on by them. In fact when I see their smiling faces, usually in front of a Wal-Mart or grocery store, I start digging for my wallet. It's the very least I can do.

In Flanders Fields

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

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