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Post by Administrator on Aug 16, 2012 19:06:07 GMT
Could flowers be planted on the sea, many vowed by you and me, Such tribute cannot ever be.
Despite the debt for those that died. Poppies float and leave with tides, tributes: for Remembrance times.
Loved ones lost, where can one weep, home alone not on the deep, No daisy chain upon a grave for those – that reside beneath the wave.
Although remembered every day, the young and old that sailed away. Twice a year, all should remember, be it September and November.
K.
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