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Take up your quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
the torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though poppies grow
in Flanders fields.
John McCrae.
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That's a wonderful poem for Remembrance Day.
Beautiful poem and sentiment Heather - we must indeed not forget.
We will remember
Beautiful!!!
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