In Flanders Fields BY JOHN MCCRAEIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely […]
Read moreIn Flanders Fields BY JOHN MCCRAEIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely […]
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