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A friend is something of incalculable worth. Made in New England, these pieces are 5″ h x 3″ w. In the company of a friend, life’s simple pleasures are sweeter, while strife also becomes easier to bear. A true friend is the rainbows pot of gold.
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 McCrea
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