John McCrae We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.
Jonathan Swift All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.
John Keats The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.
Travis Barker I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.
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John McCrae
Jonathan Swift
John Keats
Travis Barker