Poem -

Who am I

Who am I

Who am I 

I was born  poor 

To parents who loved me 

Yet couldn't keep me,  

I lived and died on the street

Cold and afraid 

My burial was simple,

And my life was not

I was shot twice 

Ridden by alcoholism, 

Disease

And the ghosts of many  

I ask the question 

Who am I

Who the hell am I? 

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Jai Masters

We are humanity; 

we stand proud and humbled by it 

flowing in as seeds 

Bowing out in dust. 

Thank you Dameon. 

Luv from Jai:)

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Bradford

Hey jaI we are not perfect by no means . Just being grateful for what I have is enough for me.cheers to you rock 

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Jai Masters

The Buddhist doctrine of acceptance is 

pretty wise; I'm a believer in what you say

hard rock truly; as John Denver sang

"some days are diamonds some days are pearls"

Luv from Jai:)

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Tony Taylor

Hey JAI MASTERS!!......... masterfully insightful............. smiles............T xo

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Jai Masters

Evening Tony; 

when we meet in Chicago where 

you suggest we go for a good meal;

where are the views and the temples? 

One day.....

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Tony Taylor

Hey Jai!!.....thanx for asking......... you'll be blown away at the unbelievable plethora of dining experiences.......... and variety of temples, seminary's, even the Moody Bible Institute is here..........I think you'd have an amazing experience here brother............... One Day............. peace..........T xo

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