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  1. #1
    Bob Terwilliger Guest

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    http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg

    IN FLANDERS FIELDS

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.

    Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)

    Bob

  2. #2
    Andy Guest

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    Bob Terwilliger said...

    > http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >
    > IN FLANDERS FIELDS



    Bob,

    That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!

    Best,

    Andy
    --
    Eat first, talk later.

  3. #3
    Bigbazza Guest

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    "Andy" <[email protected]> wrote in message news:[email protected]..
    > Bob Terwilliger said...
    >
    >> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >>
    >> IN FLANDERS FIELDS

    >
    >
    > Bob,
    >
    > That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!
    >
    > Best,
    >
    > Andy
    > --
    > Eat first, talk later.




    And just 'WHERE is the humour in this Poem.??...!!

    Bigbazza (Barry) Oz

  4. #4
    Rooney Guest

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    "Bigbazza" <[email protected]> wrote in message
    news:[email protected]..
    >
    > "Andy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
    > news:[email protected]..
    >> Bob Terwilliger said...
    >>
    >>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >>>
    >>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS

    >>
    >>
    >> Bob,
    >>
    >> That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!
    >>
    >> Best,
    >>
    >> Andy
    >> --
    >> Eat first, talk later.

    >
    >
    >
    > And just 'WHERE is the humour in this Poem.??...!!
    > Bigbazza (Barry) Oz


    In Andy's ****ed up brain. He's related to Jerry Sauk, you know.



  5. #5
    [email protected] Guest

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    On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
    <virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:

    >http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >
    >IN FLANDERS FIELDS
    >
    >In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    >Between the crosses, row on row,
    >That mark our place; and in the sky
    >The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    >Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    >
    >We are the dead. Short days ago
    >We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    >Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    >In Flanders fields.
    >
    >Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    >To you from failing hands we throw
    >The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    >If ye break faith with us who die
    >We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    >In Flanders fields.
    >
    >Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
    >
    >Bob


    Yes indeed we lost alot of our boys in the great war WW1, but I don't
    see what Andy sees is funny in the poem.

  6. #6
    Andy Guest

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    said...

    > On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
    > <virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:
    >
    >>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >>
    >>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
    >>
    >>In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    >>Between the crosses, row on row,
    >>That mark our place; and in the sky
    >>The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    >>Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    >>
    >>We are the dead. Short days ago
    >>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    >>Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    >>In Flanders fields.
    >>
    >>Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    >>To you from failing hands we throw
    >>The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    >>If ye break faith with us who die
    >>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    >>In Flanders fields.
    >>
    >>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
    >>
    >>Bob

    >
    > Yes indeed we lost alot of our boys in the great war WW1, but I don't
    > see what Andy sees is funny in the poem.



    I incorrectly pictured hunters shooting at the birds from the first stanza.

    Andy
    --
    Eat first, talk later.

  7. #7
    Mack A. Damia Guest

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    On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
    <virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:

    >http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >
    >IN FLANDERS FIELDS
    >
    >In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    >Between the crosses, row on row,
    >That mark our place; and in the sky
    >The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    >Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    >
    >We are the dead. Short days ago
    >We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    >Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    >In Flanders fields.
    >
    >Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    >To you from failing hands we throw
    >The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    >If ye break faith with us who die
    >We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    >In Flanders fields.
    >
    >Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)


    They shall not grow old,
    as we that are left grow old:
    Age shall not weary them,
    nor the years condemn.
    At the going down of the sun
    and in the morning
    We will remember them.
    - Laurence Binyon

    --
    mad

  8. #8
    Janet Wilder Guest

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    Mack A. Damia wrote:
    > On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
    > <virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:
    >
    >> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
    >>
    >> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
    >>
    >> In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    >> Between the crosses, row on row,
    >> That mark our place; and in the sky
    >> The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    >> Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    >>
    >> We are the dead. Short days ago
    >> We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    >> Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    >> In Flanders fields.
    >>
    >> Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    >> To you from failing hands we throw
    >> The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    >> If ye break faith with us who die
    >> We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    >> In Flanders fields.
    >>
    >> Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)

    >
    > They shall not grow old,
    > as we that are left grow old:
    > Age shall not weary them,
    > nor the years condemn.
    > At the going down of the sun
    > and in the morning
    > We will remember them.
    > - Laurence Binyon
    >


    That was beautiful. Made me think about my Mom who I am deeply missing
    this and every Mothers' Day.

    Thanks.

    --
    Janet Wilder
    Way-the-heck-south Texas
    Spelling doesn't count. Cooking does.

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