The Poppy (Part 2)

by JJ Merryweather

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Dear little poppy, you are growing in the mud, lavishly enriched with my own spilled blood.

Dear little poppy your petals are so red. T’was upon this very spot I was shot in the head.

Dear little poppy, your beauty’s beyond all doubt. It was in that dirty trench I had my guts blown out.

Dear little poppy I’m a casualty of War. My spirit haunts these fields but my body is no more.

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