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    This poem remembers loved ones who died in battle. It describes a road filled with poppies that makes the speaker cry because they had to say goodbye to loved ones who went off to war shouting battle cries. Some of the loved ones did not return from the ugly battle and had to die. The fallen are remembered as people stand by their graves and a statue, passing down very old stories of their bravery.

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    This poem remembers loved ones who died in battle. It describes a road filled with poppies that makes the speaker cry because they had to say goodbye to loved ones who went off to war shouting battle cries. Some of the loved ones did not return from the ugly battle and had to die. The fallen are remembered as people stand by their graves and a statue, passing down very old stories of their bravery.

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    This poem remembers loved ones who died in battle. It describes a road filled with poppies that makes the speaker cry because they had to say goodbye to loved ones who went off to war shouting battle cries. Some of the loved ones did not return from the ugly battle and had to die. The fallen are remembered as people stand by their graves and a statue, passing down very old stories of their bravery.

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    My Remembrance Poem

    The road is full of poppies,


    Which sometimes makes me cry,
    Because to our loved ones,
    We have to say good-bye.
    The loved ones went to battle,
    Shouting out their battle cry.
    But it wasnt very pretty
    Because some of them had to die.
    We see the fallen poppies,
    We stand beside their grave.
    We remember and remember those,
    Who were very brave.
    We stand by the statue,
    All brave and bold,
    With stories being passed down,
    Very, Very Old.
    By Sophie King

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