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cindacry: In Flanders fields the poppies blow      Between the crosses, row on row,   That mark our place; and in the sky   The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt

cindacry: In Flanders fields the poppies blow      Between the crosses, row on row,   That mark our place; and in the sky   The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields

fuckyeahwwiipropaganda: “If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.” In Flanders Fields, John McCrae, 1915

fuckyeahwwiipropaganda: “If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.” In Flanders Fields, John McCrae, 1915

stonemen: Daniel Chester French,  In Flanders Fields, 1925 World War I Memorial, Milton, MA

stonemen: Daniel Chester French,  In Flanders Fields, 1925 World War I Memorial, Milton, MA

aesthetemale:“In Flanders Field” is a monumental bronze sculpture by Daniel Chester French memorializing Milton men who died during World War I. (1925)

aesthetemale:“In Flanders Field” is a monumental bronze sculpture by Daniel Chester French memorializing Milton men who died during World War I. (1925)

gdfalksen: In Flanders Fields - by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days

gdfalksen: In Flanders Fields - by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days

In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae

In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae

misspigment: ❤️❤❤️️On November 11th, we remember ❤️❤️❤️ In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns

misspigment: ❤️❤❤️️On November 11th, we remember ❤️❤️❤️ In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns

marlahey: Take up our 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.Lest We Forget [11.11] 

marlahey: Take up our 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.Lest We Forget [11.11] 

girlbutts: So the huge anal beads are pulled out of her anus, each with a pop sound.  The pain of each one clearing her tight sphincter made her think of the agonies of war.  Her mind drifted to “In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses,

girlbutts: So the huge anal beads are pulled out of her anus, each with a pop sound.  The pain of each one clearing her tight sphincter made her think of the agonies of war.  Her mind drifted to “In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses,

duchessofostergotlands: In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1915 

duchessofostergotlands: In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1915 

cindacry: In Flanders fields the poppies blow      Between the crosses, row on row,   That mark our place; and in the sky   The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt

cindacry: In Flanders fields the poppies blow      Between the crosses, row on row,   That mark our place; and in the sky   The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt

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