TEMPT NOT THE LORD YOUR G*D ; AS IT IS WRITEN ;

AND BUT REV. MARIO A GREAT MIRCLE HAPPENED THERE ; TO REMIND YOU OF CANTERBURY ; AND THE MIRACLE IN THE TEMPLE ; AND A RABBI OF IMPORTANCE WAS WITH YOU ? ; OH THE DAY THAT CANDLE SPOKE IT SAID MANY THINGS ; MANY MANY THINGS ; THE FATHER THAT WHAT IS IN HEAVEN HAS SPOKEN ;
IN FLANDERS FIELD 1ST WORLD WAR
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
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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