In Flanders fields the poppies grow<BR> Between the crosses, row on row<BR> That mark our place: and in the sky<BR> The larks still bravely singing, fly<BR> Scarce heard amid the guns below.
<BR><BR> -- "In Flanders Fields," by John McCrae [Canadian Poet, 1872-1918]
| In Flanders fields the poppies grow 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.
-- "In Flanders Fields," by John McCrae [Canadian Poet, 1872-1918]
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