MEMORIAL DAY >> 2009 << >> LET US NOT FORGET THEM >>>>>>>>
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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 amid the guns below.
We are dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
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Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
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Lt. Col. John McCrae, after the
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