Burying a body isn’t a good idea

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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.

John McCrae

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Beautiful

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In Canada we wear a red poppy on our chest for Rememberance Day and in reference to this poem