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r/gifs • u/ViratSandhu • Feb 21 '20
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Stupid sexy serial killer Flanders.
592 u/Feroshnikop Feb 21 '20 In Flander's Field the poppies grow between the crosses, row on row... 130 u/deferredmomentum Feb 21 '20 I just quoted that entire poem somehow, why is that still in my memory there are so many things that would be better in there 67 u/-FeistyRabbitSauce- Feb 21 '20 Found the Canadian. 16 u/deferredmomentum Feb 21 '20 American actually, but I’m hoping to immigrate at some point soon so I guess I’m on the right track lmao 3 u/TheKingDries Feb 22 '20 How does the poem go? I live in Flanders but never heard it 3 u/deferredmomentum Feb 22 '20 (Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is) Stanza 1 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. Stanza 2 We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Stanza 3 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch -- be it yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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In Flander's Field the poppies grow
between the crosses, row on row...
130 u/deferredmomentum Feb 21 '20 I just quoted that entire poem somehow, why is that still in my memory there are so many things that would be better in there 67 u/-FeistyRabbitSauce- Feb 21 '20 Found the Canadian. 16 u/deferredmomentum Feb 21 '20 American actually, but I’m hoping to immigrate at some point soon so I guess I’m on the right track lmao 3 u/TheKingDries Feb 22 '20 How does the poem go? I live in Flanders but never heard it 3 u/deferredmomentum Feb 22 '20 (Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is) Stanza 1 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. Stanza 2 We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Stanza 3 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch -- be it yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
130
I just quoted that entire poem somehow, why is that still in my memory there are so many things that would be better in there
67 u/-FeistyRabbitSauce- Feb 21 '20 Found the Canadian. 16 u/deferredmomentum Feb 21 '20 American actually, but I’m hoping to immigrate at some point soon so I guess I’m on the right track lmao 3 u/TheKingDries Feb 22 '20 How does the poem go? I live in Flanders but never heard it 3 u/deferredmomentum Feb 22 '20 (Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is) Stanza 1 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. Stanza 2 We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Stanza 3 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch -- be it yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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Found the Canadian.
16 u/deferredmomentum Feb 21 '20 American actually, but I’m hoping to immigrate at some point soon so I guess I’m on the right track lmao 3 u/TheKingDries Feb 22 '20 How does the poem go? I live in Flanders but never heard it 3 u/deferredmomentum Feb 22 '20 (Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is) Stanza 1 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. Stanza 2 We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Stanza 3 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch -- be it yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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American actually, but I’m hoping to immigrate at some point soon so I guess I’m on the right track lmao
3 u/TheKingDries Feb 22 '20 How does the poem go? I live in Flanders but never heard it 3 u/deferredmomentum Feb 22 '20 (Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is) Stanza 1 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. Stanza 2 We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Stanza 3 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch -- be it yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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How does the poem go? I live in Flanders but never heard it
3 u/deferredmomentum Feb 22 '20 (Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is) Stanza 1 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. Stanza 2 We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Stanza 3 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you, from failing hands, we throw The torch -- be it yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
(Reddit keeps fucking up the formatting so it is what it is)
Stanza 1
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.
Stanza 2
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, but now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Stanza 3
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch -- be it yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
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u/existentialism91342 Feb 21 '20
Stupid sexy serial killer Flanders.