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[msmemory_archive]

No long weekend for me. This company gives pretty much the bare minimum of holidays. Pout. I have so much to do, too. And I splurged and used a floater for Columbus Day, need to hoard the rest for Christmas week.

I hope I find a sweet old veteran selling paper poppies at the supermarket, though. "In Flanders Field, the poppies blow,...."

Edit: Corrected misquote. I always transfer "grow" from the end of the poem to the first couplet.

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[silme.livejournal.com]

Red poppies are sold everywhere for charity here. The challenge is finding the white paper poppies representing peace. (Since everybody wears the red ones, I want the white ones. :) I can always find them in Glastonbury, though.

[goldenstag.livejournal.com]

I'm not seeing as many places that sell the lapel pins/poppies these days as there used to be. I think many Americans have forgotten those. (My spouse reminded me of them when we were watching something about WWII awhile back ...)