TheLovelyOneGodlike- Joined:
- 30 Jul 2005
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ProfilePMWhere in Flanders do 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?
a sandwich short of a picnic