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My annual poem for Remembrance Day.
The November Wind
The wind blows cold
in November
across the fields of memory
and the fallen
Across the rows of poppies
among the graves
The wind blows cold
in November
Lest we forget
the sacrifices of the dead.
Copyright A. F. Stewart 2019
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