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Fields of Poppies
Let's hold each other's hands,
And in silence, stand
Where the fields of poppies grow,
Let us remember them
Our brave young men
Buried just below.
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For those who cried
As they laid down and died,
So very far from home,
With just white clouds,
Deaths gossamer shrouds
Covering their tortured bones.
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Let's think a little more,
Is liberty worth dying for?
...Saturday 29th October 2022 7:57 am
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