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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.
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.
Let's think a little more,
Is liberty worth dying for?
...Saturday 29th October 2022 7:57 am
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