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My Many Lives

By Brad Kelly

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Genuine emotion escapes me when I think of the thousand other lives I have lived. Hamfisted,breakneck, and gargantuan lumberjack of the northwest. 12 flapjacks a day. Beaten and hairdragged cave woman. Exhausted pack camel forever dehydrated from long desert trips. Painfully honest preacher man with pocket full of ideas. Derelict and streetwise runaway. Heroine minded hipster. Nervous old maid, widowed by a brave solider. primitive astronomer burned at the stake for waking people up. And suddenly, the stark realization that this life may be the most profound.This pome reflects my firm belief in reincarnation. I think qualities of all these characters permeate my personality in some way, however small. Its an interesting method of introspection. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 01:20 PM PST   beat • abuse

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