A Poem - The Inquisitive Child

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  1. Just thought I'd post this again with Remembrance Day just around the corner.

    A Poem - The Inquisitive Child

    Why are they selling poppies, Mummy? Selling poppies in town today.
    The poppies, child, are flowers of love. For the men who marched away.
    But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy? Why not a beautiful rose?
    Because my child, men fought and died in the fields where the poppies grow.
    But why are the poppies so red, Mummy? Why are the poppies so red?
    Red is the colour of blood, my child. The blood that our soldiers shed.
    The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy. Why does it have to be black?
    Black, my child, is the symbol of grief. For the men who never came back.
    But why, Mummy are you crying so? Your tears are giving you pain.
    My tears are my fears for you my child. For the world is forgetting again
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  2. I very much like that.
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  3. About sums it up, really - thanks for sharing it with us.
  4. Gay, gay, gay.
  5. Sorry too steal the thread, but your signature is simply delightful.

  6. Thank you.

    I was feeling guilty.
  7. What a knobber!
  8. Admit it, it is gay though isn't it?
  9. MLP you are right this place is getting Gayer by the ******* day
  10. Everybody's turning American. Which is, of course, gay.
  11. I agree, keeping on the Subject of the site turning 'gay', what is up with your display picture? ;)


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