Poppy
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Valerie Dohren
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The sweetest flower that ever grew
adorns the meadows fair,
her silken petals, red as blood,
stand dancing, dancing there.
They bloom beneath the azure sky
so beautiful to see,
as those who gave their precious lives,
their gift to keep us free.
With bravery and fortitude
they fought to save us all,
that we could keep the life we knew
whilst they were doomed to fall.
Oh how can we repay them for
The price they had to pay -
The least that we can ever do
Is remember ….. every day.
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