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Summer dreams sleep at the cusp of a cool November 
I am filled with hopes that at the font of my soul, tremble 
like autumn leaves when the wind blows they toss and sway  
like sweet October rain, each raindrop falls but doesn't stay

I remember red poppies, springing out of the ground 
in a place called Flanders Fields, my how they slept so sound 
after the gunfire a silence rooted so deep we closed the door        
after the anthem of doom, the world said " no more " 

A November to remember, make it your thanksgiving season 
find new breath, be brave,  show loyalty not treason  
like the first cool feel that touches you at the first snowfall
like the first real kiss that says I love you, it is your call  ! 

I remember those who died before me and I cannot ignore 
the red poppies that are strewn across the gravesite floor  
I could never, no never forget them nor their brave roar  
I could never, no never forget, ...it was a time of war !

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