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In a field, not near not far,
Thousands of graves lie in the dark,
Around the graves the poppies grew,
Thousands of petals, bright and new,
The night came out wanting to play,
And they danced in stars and day,
The seasons came, the poppies smiled,
But time passed and their apperance died,
But every year, they come again,
So remember, remember, remember them.



Just a picture for rememberance day and a poem I made!

[khicken]

Anyone like it?