[insert my mandatory comment complaining about my horrible internet connection out here in BFE]
[insert my mandatory comment complaining about my horrible internet connection out here in BFE]
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.
NO!
I have homework.
Don't tempt me.
Aw just do it, last time people were drunk and it was fun. :3
By the ever talented Lillian Thorne!