The Poppy

poppy-2381645_1920It was a new leather jacket, the most beautiful jacket I ever owned.

I bought a poppy, I looked down at my jacket, back at the poppy. Oh, I don’t want holes in my jacket.

The soldiers didn’t want holes in their chests either, asshole.

I proudly put that poppy in my lapel… Like a Canadian should.

I won’t forget.

The Poppy
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