Monday, May 25, 2020

In Memoriam



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.

Later today I'll raise a glass to absent friends.
Posted by Pawpaw at 8:38 AM
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