Comments on: It was because of the lime

By: profgrrrrl

profgrrrrl — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 04:36:52 +0000

Oh, that damn poem is burned into my brain (In Flander fields where poppies grow …)

By: sheepish

sheepish — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 07:04:53 +0000

Wait, are they doing this again? Is this annual or just leftovers? All I have is a red poppy where the red has falled off. I’ve got my Terry loonies though!

By: michelle

michelle — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 14:17:04 +0000

I think I need to get my glasses — I thought this was a post about poop.

By: wolfa

wolfa — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 16:59:49 +0000

PG, I thought I was nice by not calling this something about those larks, still bravely singing.

Sheepish, yeah, they sell the poppies every year. Once some store refused to allow them in, and there was a huge protest — I think people temporarily boycotted whoever it was — and now everyone allows them in. But, sadly, there aren’t so many veterans alive anymore, so mostly you need to be lucky. (Or find a place which has boxes of them at the cash.) I remember they used to go to the schools, but not anymore.

Unless you mean the poppy quarters, in which case, no, it was a brief thing, and I can no longer find mine. I do not have any Terry loonies, but I do have a victory nickel.

Michelle, hee. Rereading it that way is . . . special. :)

By: sheepish

sheepish — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 00:36:56 +0000

It is ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS to read it Michelle’s way. Makes you seem very uninhibited, and a bit overanalytical.

And err, I was thinking you were talking about the quarters, but on rereading (the proper way), it is pretty clear that you were not.