In Flanders Fields.

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 [...]

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Tip.

Met de eerste sneeuw in de Hoge Venen is de winter is nu echt gearriveerd. Misschien een goed moment om terug aan winterbanden te denken? Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

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