In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1915. |
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. |
GOOD EATS - Pizza Nights Done Right with the Ooni Koda 12
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Every time we set up the Ooni Koda 12 Pizza Oven on the back porch for
family pizza night, it's a reminder that I've wanted to post up a quickie
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