ANZAC POEM
poppy blow and blow when the sky
torns black poppy are the coulor like
fresh cold blood in the fields we now
are died but the soil isn't we lie under your feet now the soil live in hevein we are still with you in your heart we fought but we failed but we keep our country safe at all time so you can have a better live and get a wife
by kaleb holdem
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