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  • Charles Anthony Albert (4/3/2012 9:58:00 PM)

    Did you get my message? I added my pix to this site also. My hooya is charlesanthonyalbert@yahoo.com. Write
    me. I would love to get into your mind.....My mind is yours to read as well. I only submitted one axiom. I have
    thousands...But I don't write them for others to read....I write them for myself. I would love to share a few with
    you May...Call me Charles

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  • Charles Anthony Albert (4/3/2012 9:39:00 PM)

    I love your work. I am an old man that has written thousands of free and easy things. My work results
    in laughter, sounds of mmmm, and some can step in my shoes and others cannot. Your work is so
    shockingly true. I don't know your age or your experience in life, but you just sounded like you know
    exactly what is going on! ! ! ! ! I like you. I absorbed every letter you wrote. It moved me...sadly...and you
    know the truth...don't you? I priase your ability to make aware to the others.....what is going on. It is
    not scarry.....it is sadly true.....Your very good. Don't stop writing....that would be a sad loss to the world.
    If more would read your sense of thought, perhaps a better world, or even moreso....a more educated
    world this would be. I am Charles Anthony Albert...and I would love to be your friend......74 years young
    this past 3/28.....but....it doesn't take an older, experienced mind to understand your words. They are
    very simply said to those of us that understand.......Hope to hear from you....Please write me.....Charles Anthony Albert....Charles......

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My Grandmother's Cloak

On a starless night I lick my wound
Wrap my isolation, grind my soul
My Grandmother’s cloak, the last defence
Against counterfeit emotions from counterfeit friends
Yet the night is unlike the rest
An inferno tortures my rest
I seek her cloak, the fragrance of saints and holy shrines
The old hearth of past decades
An extinguished fire of beyond

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