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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Magnus Maximus, post: 2447463, member: 73473&quot;]In Flanders fields the poppies blow</p><p>Between the crosses, row on row,</p><p>That mark our place; and in the sky</p><p>The larks, still bravely singing, fly</p><p>Scarce heard amid the guns below.</p><p><br /></p><p>We are the Dead. Short days ago</p><p>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,</p><p>Loved and were loved, and now we lie</p><p>In Flanders fields.</p><p><br /></p><p>Take up our quarrel with the foe:</p><p>To you from failing hands we throw</p><p>The torch; be yours to hold it high.</p><p>If ye break faith with us who die</p><p>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow</p><p>In Flanders fields.</p><p><br /></p><p>John McCrae, 1915 after the Second Battle of Ypres</p><p>[ATTACH=full]511154[/ATTACH][/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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