Where I scratch the itches that really annoy me.
Author has a long memory and a short temper.
Feed the good wolf.
AND REMEMBER TO READ THIS...and remember the older person who sells you the poppy was once young and willing to sacrifice for your freedomIn 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 ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. 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. Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
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