This poppy was recently made for me as an impromptu gift, by a young lady who had been researching her family tree, and had found that a male relative had served in the RAF in WW2. I will always treasure it.

I wrote the following probably ten years ago.

On Armistice Day, (which, by now, all should know,

Marks the end of World War Number One),

I remembered Them, as I sat...

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M.I.A

the empty bus that used to bring you home

the empty armchair

the empty bed.

the empty tears

discovering

the empty perfume bottle

that they could fill

the empty dreams

the empty vows

the empty promises

to empty children

empty politicians

with their empty lies

of empty threats

from WOMD

just empty rooms

empty orders to...

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