Fields of Poppies and Their Myths
July 17, 2022
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread. ~ Bayard Taylor ~ Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine, freedom
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread. ~ Bayard Taylor ~ Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine, freedom
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread. ~ Bayard Taylor ~ Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine, freedom