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Aug 2019
It is a simple stone to honor a piece of Earth.
It asks the passerby a question.
It is a challenge
And a meditation:

β€œOh, if a man tried to take his time on Earth
And prove before he died what one man’s life could be worth-
I wonder what would happen to this world.”

Yes Harry, I sometimes wonder too
But few among the living are as generous as you.

I place a smooth simple stone upon his stone
to let him know that he is not forgotten.


Thirty Eight years gone, but not forgotten.
Harry Chapin 1942-1981
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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