The Poppy
It`s just a little flower
painted red and green
it reminds us of our Veterans
both the living and the dead
In the year of thirty nine
young men went off to war
some of them came back
others will return no more
These young mengave their lives
so freedom they coud save
now they`re buried over there
in the unknown soldiers grave
it is now november and
thoughts they turn to snow
but lets remember Flanders Fields
wher the poppies grow
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