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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prestige Of The Poppy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold my form, my humble guise, my fragile fashioned grace.<br>Look deep within the giver’s eyes, some noble hopes to trace.<br>November’s here and folks look back to what heroes have bought.<br>They stood as one as things looked black, courageous as they fought.<br>Not all survived the grief-filled times. Not all returned scot-free.<br>Not all were able to pen rhymes of utmost misery.<br>I’m just a poppy, nothing more. I spilt no dropp of blood.<br>I didn’t wince with pain through war... nor turn the foul flood.<br>I didn’t march across the fields, nor swim against the tide <br>And yet I’m loved by each who yields a conscience still inside.<br>Think not that I, if human, too, could idly watch death grin.<br>For as a man, I’d join the few that knew that they must win! <br>I’d take up arms against the foe! I’d train and fight so brave! <br>For deep within my heart I’d know, a free world I must save! <br>Think not that I could turn and run and let the children down, <br>Nor unborn babes hid from the sun be born to wear a frown.<br>I’d fight for freedom, live or die! Regardless, come what may! <br>Because I’d know, that even I, must face God’s Judgement Day! <br>I’d not despise the souls that prayed as they stayed home instead.<br>I recognise a conscience weighed, yet blood weighs more once bled! <br>So buy a poppy... show you care! Give generously with love! <br>For every poppy that folks wear is seen by God above...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Poem by Denis Martindale © November 2003.<br>Royal British Legion: poppy-dot-org</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q>
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