Lest We Forget
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,…
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It does not matter how slow you go…
… So long as you do not stop, says Confucius. I think he’s probably right, At any rate, I have a confession to make: I…
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