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Gee, thanks. I'll never be able to look at my fish tank the same way again.

Which is, I suppose, the actual job of a poet. But, still. I don't think most fish have that kind of thought process.

We did have one, though . . .


Charlie, I really don't see eye to eye with you on most things... but when your poetry is on, I wish I did see the world the way you do.

Anne Rorke

Hi Charlie, Just to say the imagery that you show in your writing is amazing. The story - in so few word, when I read DOMESTICATED the first time, I thought it was whimsical. On the second reading I can see that it has a lot more depth than that.

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