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Thursday, November 10, 2011

To a Newfoundlander lost on the July Drive

His blue puttees stained the colour of Mother Earth,
and face down to her grip.
And she, reaching back to never let him go.

Thousands of miles away,
on a rocky shore,
he sees his mother on the beach,
collecting her small bounty of silver and black fish.

She's not knowing for the moment
that she will never see him again...

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**I know I just post fuel pricing items here, but I felt that this weekend I would make that exception. It was so many that died for me to pursue that right.

Wherever you are this Remembrance Day weekend, be safe and take the time out to remember!

George
His blue puttees stained the colour of mother earth, and face down to her grip. She, reaching back to not let him go.
Thousands of miles away,on a rocky shore,
he sees his mother, on the beach,
collecting her small bounty of small silver and black fish.
She's not knowing for the moment that she will never see him again...
...

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