Thundergnat almost 2 years ago [hidden] In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow,Between the crosses, row on row... 4 Reply Copy ID Copy Link
Bartle almost 2 years ago [hidden] Thundergnat said:In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow,Between the crosses, row on row...That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. 3 Reply Copy ID Copy Link
DeusExCalamus almost 2 years ago [hidden] They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morningWe will remember them. 3 Reply Copy ID Copy Link
Nicholasmichaeljimwiseau almost 2 years ago [hidden] Technically, it’s 105. -7 Reply Copy ID Copy Link
