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Poppies
In Flanders fields 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 among the guns below.
John McCrae,
Canadian
Poet
#Singing
#Sky
#Larks
#Poppies
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.
John McCrae,
Canadian
Poet
#Sleep
#Poppies