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Back to Flanders Fields
Can you still feel it?
Can you still smell it?
Can you still remember it?
The monsoon rains!
The aroma of the black bags!
The nightmares,
after all those years!
Fifty Eight Thousand!
Oh! Where have they all gone?
Gone to join in the glory of the
poppies that will forever grow in…
Flanders Fields.
Jackie R. Kays
© 7/9/07
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