Oh lord, my father has just discovered dubstep. So now he is randomly going wubwubwubwubwubwub in the background of anything you say. Ah well, I suppose there are worse things. RECALCULATING. My little brother got a fortune cookie, he opens it and yells "IT'S IN CHINISH." unfortunately it was in English. ANYWAYS, on to actually interesting things. The VFW is giving out their Poppys for their annual "Buddy" Poppy drive, go support them! DO EET. They are nice. :) and Do you know what it comes from? No? Well shame on you! This is something you should know. The poem below inspired the use of the Poppy. Disabled veterans began assembling little Poppys. These Poppys were sold and then the proceeds go to the veterans. The proceeds also go to supporting rehab centers for veterans and homes for the orphans and widows of fallen soldiers. So when you see it, put in the loose change that is cluttering up your pocket/wallet/purse/sock. Just give something and remember that all the people you see doing that are volunteers, their supervisors are volunteers, the people that organized it are volunteers, they get nothing out of it. So please for goodness sakes at least be polite. There is your little bit of knowledge for today. Not necessarily amusing, but something that you should know.
In Flander's Fields
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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.
Now something to smile at. Oh! How about a dog smiling at you? That is always nice. :) Especially when that dog's name is [was :'( ] Kitty. So naice. -petpetpet- Well stay happy!
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