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By John I. Blair

Iím sitting at a table
Filled with all the folk
Iíve ever known.

My Fatherís there,
My Mother,
Wife, Brother,
Aunts and uncles,
Cousins, friends,
Neighbors and

At the misty ends
I faintly see
A host
Iíve never met.

We laugh and chat
About our years,
About each other,
Life, death,
The Earth, the Universe.

This conversation
Has been going on
Itís going on
Right now.

This I think
Is how Eternity

©2018 John I. Blair 9/22/2018

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