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Lest we forget

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Lest we forget those who gave their today for our tomorrow

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *etmebeurfantasyWoman
over a year ago

My town

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By *ordjeffMan
over a year ago

around and about ,as travel.

At the going down of the sun we will remember then.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die...

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *isdirtygirlWoman
over a year ago

Dublin

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By *oxic1998Woman
over a year ago

Belfast

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over a year ago

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By *weetcplCouple
over a year ago

Central

We will serve neither King nor Kaiser but Ireland

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

John McCrae, 1872 - 1918

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 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.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die..."

this...

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By *exyDownUnderWoman
over a year ago

Westmeath

ANZACS rip

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I assume the Easter Lilly will follow

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

It wouldn't be so bad but now the whole idea has been politicised it takes away from the whole ethos of remeberance Sunday.

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By *s louWoman
over a year ago

Enniskillen

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By *s louWoman
over a year ago

Enniskillen


"John McCrae, 1872 - 1918

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 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."

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"John McCrae, 1872 - 1918

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 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."

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

For those who did not return...

And those who did

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"For those who did not return...

And those who did

"

Very hard for some that did return

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