The Eleventh Hour…
Posted in Current Events by John E. Pannell on November 11th, 2007 at 11:00 am The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month…
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.
"Where there are no tigers, a wildcat is very self-important. "
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