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.
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Important Update - we ARE posting to European Union EU countries
Dear All,
Due to a good community response we have come up with a solution to continue posting to the EU so the postage algorithm has been changed and orders are welcome. This is a trial so we will see how things go but it is well tried by others so we shall see. Sorry for any alarm or consternation caused. Keep calm and carry on!
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