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2009-02-20 10:03:20
Yes, I ought to recognize myself, what? ;-) Hereís a poem called Poppies Red by Egal Bohen: As poppies sway upon the breeze Warm in the summerís sun Their silken petals fluttering speak Brave words for everyone: 'Our colour is the blood you shed And when the battles done You'll learn one day that petals red Mean wars are never won'
2009-02-20 07:55:27
Call Poppy fast!!
2009-02-20 07:54:02
It's a lovely close-up (macro), and I think it's a poppy.