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The poppy's a flower whose blood is a drug,
It's image means more to those who have dug,
This harbors deep feeling in them who were there,
For the end of so many it just isn't fair,
The poppy shows sacrifice made during war,
And all of those heroes are here no more,

Yet those who are left don't moan or complain,
They just keep it inside and soak up the pain,
These heroes get up to stand on their feet,
So why do we let them live on the street?,
A home is the least their country should do,
For these brave men and women have fought for us too.











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