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11 november, 2003


NoHoJoe

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In Flanders Field where 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 we break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields

John McCrae

Just a reminder...if you can, at 11 AM tomorrow, please curtail your regular routine and pause for 2 minutes of Silence to remember thos who are fightong and those who died to keep freedom alive.

....They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them, nor they years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We Will remember them....

Lauurence Binyon "For the Fallen", 1914

BRING BASEBALL BACK TO MONTREAL!!!!

MON AMOURS SIEMPRE!!

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