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By John I. Blair

Time is mine . . .
I found it once within my thoughts
And held it close, afraid of loss.

My time made all things real,
Leading me through space,
Infinities of place.

Without it now I donít exist.
Encircled by time,
I dream the moments of my life.

©10/12/78 John I. Blair

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