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 #Remembrance#LestWeForget
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.
Getting your Mo’ ready for the start of #Movember tomorrow? 🧐
Here’s some cracking efforts we’ve had over the years! 🎉
If you haven’t already, join our team today and make some #MOments to remember! 👉 https://t.co/MOVEsQAvdH
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