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.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
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German (art critics presume). Born in the Netherlands (his father was probably a diplomate), as Fritz F. Blitz. His biographer asked him where the second F. in his name stands for. "Fuck!.... I don't know,' FF Blitz answered. "Probably Fritz too, I guess." According to the same biographer claims that FF Blitz lived in the States too. And in Ireland. And in Italy. He taught himself to make art (Fritz was kicked out of 2 art schools because he was…
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