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Remembrance day Poem 
Original poem
Written 04/11/18 
Poppy Reece

To remind those who have forgotten this day is to be thankful for what we have today and to remember those who made it possible. So many people today think that remembrance day is a day to glorify war, no not at all its a day to remember why we fought and who fought for us!

**PLEASE NOTE Poppies Photograph and remembrance  landscape Photograph found on google search**All Rights Reserved

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