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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"He is every soldier, in all our wars."

The Right Honourable Adrienne Clarkson [x]

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Jonathan Tropper, The Book of Joe

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"Prelude (Quick Confession)" is a piece taken from my spoken word album Accepting the Facts which you can still listen to (for free) by clicking here.

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Lori Lansens, The Girls

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There’s a list of things I planned to do
Where I’d stacked my aspirations high
Precariously towering over my head
And over yours too.

So I started on my list
Grabbing at the bottom
I started with the forgotten things
The things that I had planned to do—
Painting, reading, and even singing too.

I just didn’t think that the list of things I’d planned to do
Would all fall through.

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Aprilynne Pike, Illusions

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— Anton Chekhov

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