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I think I must have lived before,
sometimes I walk through familiar doors,
recognizing faces, and the unsual clothes they wore.
I know the exact words, some are going to say,
they wonder how I do it; I lived before,
is all I know to say.
Some are amused, while others seem erie,
they look at me real weird,
I hope I don't make them uncomfortable, or filled with fear.
My family ask me questions, all about the past,
I tell them what I know,
and change the subject real fast.
I cannot tell the future, although,
I could if I tried,
this is an area of question, I don't want to pry.
I don't cast spells, or turn a frog into a Prince,
but what I do,
is try and use my common sense.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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