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.
Lest We Forget

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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.
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Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot; others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
— Pabloe Picasso
I was looking up ACSII art on Wikipedia the other day and I came across this, which is too funny to pass up. Who says stickmen can’t dance? Here’s the Macarena!
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