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Reality Time

Pathetic Reality time The Soul time game, That we are playing, Is subtle and way cool, I'm born again, deep **** again, Oh Lord I'm such a fool, Will I ever learn, In this life time term, Ride on the greed time, tool, Regret, not steal, from the poor, no deal, Till death walks in me shoes. Don Johnson All the main Religions have parts of the Spiritual puzzle, Billions, Are Born and Born again, where each new Personality, Baby comes from, some with Charisma and great talent. DeJa Vu. So we waste our time, Robbing the pathetic blind, Putting down the new age Serf, Kicked in yer teeth, born now to creep, Blind Freddy, is nothing Worth. Many lifetimes many places, ancient fool in time erases. Finnegan in deed was me, Northern Ireland calls to me, But death my deeds erases

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Date: 1/29/2017 6:04:00 PM
You are still the handsome guy i left a year ago, who writes from his depth, as usual, beautiful. So happy to see u still here. Much love from an old friend living now in SF the US for good. Terry xoxoxo
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Date: 1/8/2017 4:57:00 AM
Touching emotions in the frame of just few words ... enjoyed reading ...
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Date: 1/8/2017 5:49:00 AM
Many lifetimes many places, ancient fool in time erases. Finnegan in deed was me, Northern Ireland calls to me, But death my deeds erases

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