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My Past Lives
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In the century of free adventure
-It was up to me
I'd be a fearsome pirate
And sail the 7 seas
You'd know and fear my name
And know all i have done
I take all your wealth possessions
And with my crew I'd run
(male)
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I was a young boy
Born of Rome and Greece
My mother was so delicate
And my father was a beast
I loved my myths of old
And studied very well
I was a good scholar
And in my fantasies did dwell
(male)
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I'd become a lonely widow
working, old and wise
I could tell you your approaching future
By looking in your eyes
I'd be that gypsy woman
On the edge of town
Only those troubled souls
Would dare ever come 'round
(Female)
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In the time solace
I'd be wondering by
On four little paw prints
With no home to lie
An orange little tabby cat
-The streets I call my home
Digging through the dumpsters
Scavenging on my own
(male)
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Before the time of great depression
And the bankings pull
I was a humble man
-Turned into a 1930s bull
I enjoyed so greatly
My cigars and bitter drink
It made me lose my family
But helped my emotions sink
(male)
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In Victorian Era
It was lady-like
To hold my foolish tongue
And do what men felt right
Poor -I married into money
But my husband; I disfavor him
I kept morals tight as corsets
Though my heart held sin
(female)
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I now live my 7th life
Full of young lessons and disdain
A loving heart turned bitter
Wanting lonely fortune's gain
I may learn a fortune
-Worth far more than gold
A bounty in solemn knowledge
A life still unfolds.
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My soul is struck from home
-Where I yearn to go
But my lessons here to teach
Will be set in solid stone
- by Morgue Ann Stiff |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/16/2015 |
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