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 Hello old friend :o)

   I am glad you are reading me again although I have no idea where the
urge to write poetry, let alone the urge to read it, comes from.  The only
reason I find it hard to read other peoples poems/stories/creations is that
they will either be better than I ever could do or not be worth the time.

   Black and white I know, the Othello of games-players and not
Shakespeare.

   So how are you today?  I wonder if the love you need has been cleansed,
I really hope so.  You deserve happiness and I know that, deep within, your
heart could yet find its purpose.  Einstein was not just a patent-clerk, we
are not defined by the jobs we are forced to hold.

   You scream at the screen.  Step back for a second and remember that we
never met or can ever meet and yet I know U.  The vowel with the happiest
smile and the most complex of issues.

   By the odds you are either an American or Canadian.  I truly adore both
nations (I am a post-graduate in history and know they are my "Britain",
but with the trash removed) Never forget to hold your family even when in a
rush...Britain did and you threw us out :oP

   Thank you for your time today.  I remain.....
   Citadel