I lost my poppy.

I have had my poppy for a number of years now. I had saved it after each remembrance day to use again the next year - a reminder of how long this token of remembrance has lasted. Unfortunately, the leather jacket I have now is not the easiest to poke holes into, so I had slid the pin through the zipper of a breast pocket. This had the unfortunate consequence of making the poppy less secure, and many a time I had to pick the poppy up from the floor or my chair. Well, last night when we went out to dinner, my poppy had come off before I got to the restaurant, and I could not find it anywhere. So long poppy.

Time to pick up a new poppy!

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