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In Flanders field, poppies grow over
the soldiers who died for our souls.
Down below the poppies,they still here the
guns firing around them, screams fill there
as they fight for our country.
They were heroes,who once lived,but know lie
below the poppies that grow more and more.
We will never forget them,so we bow our heads,
as we wear our poppies,we stay silent,
for two minutes to show respect to those who died.
Underneath the blood petalled,they cry for their loved
ones, and wishing that there kids will never forget
about what they did.
In Flanders Field, poppies grow over
the soldiers who died for our souls.
i don't know what i should name this poem so leave a commit below XD hope you like it
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