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Water flowing underground
same as it ever was
Quote for the Day 
11th-Nov-2009 08:32 am
knitting sketch

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.

In Flanders fields.
John McCrae, May 1915

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