by | Jul 30, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Poppy’s are to remember,
Poppy’s are for love,
Poppy’s are lovely but when I think about the battlefields, oooh, that was horrid.
I have thoughts that are lovely,
I have thoughts that are sad.
But when the guns stopped, people danced and danced.


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