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Two Sides of the Poppy
























Lovely here in Clevedon

Yet in Afghanistan

Their fields are swiftly cut down

By word of Taliban

How sad this bloom of beauty

Conceals a hidden side

The good combined with evil

Like Jekyll with his Hyde

Their seeds help ease Man's suffering

With codeine and morphine

But also bring us heroin

A substance so obscene

Its craving leads to misery

And fuels increase in crime

It blights the lives of many

A scourge upon our time

Yet still I love the colour

Of meadows all aflame

Without the joy of poppies

No year would be the same.

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