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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.