They shall grow not 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 will remember them.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
11.11.11
You are beautiful, I couldn't say it any differently.
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ReplyDeleteYou are lovely.
Love Anafly
xxx
Australia?
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This is the poem we read for Anzac Day :) I just assumed. And thanks for your comment! the smoothie was gross
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