11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month

11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month

“In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw...
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