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11-11-2007, 01:06 PM
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11/11/07
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. — John McCrae
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O to be wafted away From this black aceldama of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy today Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow! 
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11-11-2007, 03:44 PM
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Methinks Ted Sturgeon was too kind. 'Yes, but I think some people should be offended.' -- John Cleese (on whether he thought some might be offended by Monty Python)
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11-11-2007, 07:26 PM
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They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, We shall remember them.
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The first run through of any experimental procedure is to identify any potential errors by making them.
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