So Many Years Ago Visiting Grandparents Bev and Jack Blair in London

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Doug, Hilary, Lauren and Jordan


Much passed in blissful
Closeness and humour
Growing pains endless
And table-talks fond.
Little ones stand tall
Their own kids addressing.
Still they remember
The hiking, sleigh rides
Tales read and Bible
The happy Duck Pond.


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