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 Publisher's Notes:                                              Page 2     
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  C.J. Anders is the pseudonym of a local poet in Southern California.      
  Many of you may have seen her works either in Eeeek BITS! online maga-    
  zine, or posted on various BBSes.                                         
                                                                            
  Because she wishes to retain her anonymity, all correspondence in regard  
  to this Electronic Book should be directed to Eeeek Publishing Company    
  at the address below, and all letters will be forwarded.                  
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  mark of Eeeek Publishing Company.                                         
                                                                            
  First Edition/ First Publishing    Poems (c) 1984 - 1992 C.J.Anders       
                                                                            
  Published in the United States of America, All rights reserved.           
                                                                            
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                          TABLE OF CONTENTS                      Page 3     
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  Page 4.....................................................Thoughts 101A  
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  Page 5....................................................In Remembrance  
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  Page 6...................................Just Another Thought In Passing  
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  Page 7..............................................Wonderment / Promise  
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  Page 8....................................Balancing Act / The Other Side  
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  Page 9..........................................Walking Through The City  
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  Page 10.............................................In Memory Of Vermont  
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  Page 11.....................................................Another Walk  
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  Page 12...............................................Let Me See The Sun  
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  Page 13................................Notes From The Author, C.J.Anders  

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  Thoughts 101A                                                  Page 4     
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  An empty coffee cup - it sits upon my kitchen table,                      
     Makes me think that it's still morning though it's almost evening now, 
  The sunlight starts to whither from beneath the shadowed curtain,         
     And I think that I could write again if only I knew how...             
                                                                            
  The greyness of the afternoon has spread into the present,                
     And I sometimes have to wonder if there's anyone alive,                
  I stare into the coffee cup as silence screams around me,                 
     And I think that I could feel again if I could find the drive...       
                                                                            
  I haven't seen a soul all day - the hermitage becomes me,                 
     The world outside is just a dream I had one time before,               
  I'm sure that I could fall into the trap of playing rat race,             
     And I think that I could live again if I could die once more...        
                                                                            
  An empty coffee cup - it sits upon my kitchen table,                      
     Makes me think that it's still morning though it's almost midnight now,
  The lifetime starts to weather from beneath the shadowed person,          
     And I think that I could write again if only I knew how.               

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  In Remembrance...                                              Page 5     
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   Quietly alone in the middle of the night,                                
   I am left with my thoughts and my mental scrapbooks...                   
   It's a nice time to catch up with old friends - Memories -               
   It's a nice time to wonder if maybe...just maybe.                        
                                                                            
   The innocent touches that turned my insides to applesauce,               
   and made my soul spin and my mind scream...                              
   They can still be felt even if you're not around at all.                 
                                                                            
   You know sometimes - just sometimes -                                    
   As I sit in the quiet and dream the forbidden dreams,                    
   A memory slips in,                                                       
       Like an old friend                                                   
            who just happened to be in town,                                
                   and it's yesterday again.                                
                                                                            
    Do you ever do the same thing?                                          
    Does it make your head spin, like mine?                                 
    Quietly alone in the middle of the night,                               
    I sometimes wonder...                                                   

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 Just Another Thought In Passing                                 Page 6     
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   She wept without shedding a tear,                                        
       I watched from the window with the shade drawn.                      
             Funny what one can see with their eyes closed,                 
             Funny what one can feel with their heart broken.               
                                                                            
         I reached out to hold her -                                        
         to tell her the world would be hers,                               
         and she disappeared before my very eyes.                           
         Was she just another thought in passing?                           
                                                                            
   I wept without shedding a tear,                                          
       I saw someone watching from the closed curtain,                      
             Funny what one can think with their mind closed,               
             Funny what one can do without lifting a finger.                
                                                                            
         She reached out to hold me -                                       
         to tell me the world was now mine,                                 
         and I disappeared before my very eyes.                             
         For I was just another thought in passing.                         

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  Wonderment                                                     Page 7     
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           You lay sleeping on my shoulder,                                 
           As I touch your face and hair,                                   
           I'd offer up my very soul,                                       
           If that would keep you there.                                    
                                                                            
                      Your breathing so deep on my chest,                   
                      Symphonic to my heart,                                
                      Your body tightly pressed to mine,                    
                      We'll never be apart.                                 
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                             Promise                                        
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                 I promise to you, All of me whole,                         
                 I give you my heart, My body my soul.                      
                 I promise to you, A love past the end,                     
                 I give you my word, As your lover and friend.              
                 I promise to you, Each morning and night,                  
                 Each touch and each moment, Each sound and each sight.     
                 I promise to you, By your side I shall stay,               
                 I promise to you, All my love every day.                   

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  Balancing Act                                                  Page 8     
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     You live dangerously - I sit home,                                     
     You drink coke, and I drink Pepsi.                                     
         You like Dial, I like Caress,                                      
         You like the bed cushy, I like it tight,                           
     You like Neil Diamond, I like Travelling Willbury's.                   
     You use Telix, I use procomm Plus,                                     
         You crave Salt, I crave sugar,                                     
         You are playful, I am an old man.                                  
     I love you, and you love me....Isn't life a wonderful thing?           
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                   The Other Side                                           
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   No one sees the gentle side - the side of you that weeps and sighs.      
   No one sees the fears in you - the trembling soul in Lion's guise.       
   No one knows the depth of care - the agony when others pain.             
   No one knows the passion there - that only ardent actors feign.          
   No one hears your smiling eyes - quite like I when in your arms.         
   No one feels your whispered truths - so deep as I caught by your charms. 
   Why they don't see these I don't know, Perhaps because so few you show,  
   Perhaps because you've found like me, Folks see what they want to see.   

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  Walking Through The City                                       Page 9     
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          Walking through the city this morning                             
             I thought of you                                               
               and how you always loved The luxury of time...               
                                                                            
     I sometimes think we belong in a little house here                     
           in the tree section of the city                                  
     Where the Beach air calms even the angriest of souls.                  
                                                                            
                The wind blowing hard                                       
                   made Autumn a reality in my mind,                        
                       and I wrapped my arms tighter,                       
                           trying to keep the fantasy warm.                 
                                                                            
      For if there were nothing else                                        
             to take up our valuable time,                                  
                   I could spend eternity with you,                         
                              Talking                                       
                              Dreaming                                      
                   and walking through the city...                          

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  In Memory Of Vermont                                           Page 10    
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 I remember our lake; So blue in the summer - Frosty green in the winter.   
 The season never mattered - The beauty always lived.                       
 Friends called our cottage Decrepit,                                       
 because the wood was uneven, and might have used a tad of paint.           
 But it was home.                                                           
                                                                            
 I remember a silence; Only nature entered our ears & we had no use for tv. 
 Books lined the barren walls - And conversation kept us full.              
 Our families thought we were Crazy,                                        
 Because we refused to conform, And we never asked for their help.          
 But we were happy.                                                         
                                                                            
 And I remember you; One who listened to me - The one who taught me most.   
 You introduced me to God, And I've been better for that.                   
 I thought Life ended when you died,                                        
 Because I knew I'd never love again, And I knew I could never forget...    
                                                                            
 But Life goes on...and Home is where you make it,                          
             ...And happiness - it lies within yourself.                    
            I guess you really taught me something, After all.              

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  Another Walk                                                   Page 11    
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     Another walk along the beach,                                          
     shrouds her from the world at large.                                   
                                                                            
     The November winds whisper your name                                   
     and the ocean laughs at her dilemma.                                   
             For she never told you,                                        
                  and the sea knows...                                      
                                                                            
     Now she wanders aimlessly,                                             
     But for loves she has lost                                             
     the sea is forgiving.                                                  
                                                                            
     It is that which she never touched that the ocean despises.            
                                                                            
     Another walk along the beach,                                          
     November gets colder each year.                                        
             I pull my sweater a little tighter                             
                 around the shoulders                                       
                     that long for your resting head.                       

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  Let Me See The Sun                                             Page 12    
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          For all the endless hours spent -                                 
             In darkened rooms of my repent -                               
          For all the walls I built so high -                               
             to hide the tears I couldn't cry.                              
                                                                            
          For all the love I didn't need -                                  
             wounded and refused to bleed -                                 
          I now retract what I have done -                                  
             For you have let me see the sun.                               
                                                                            
          For the talks, the smiles and such -                              
             I thank you for the human touch -                              
          For all the times you let me be -                                 
             I wish that I might repay thee.                                
                                                                            
          For all your pain and sorrow now -                                
             I would like to take somehow -                                 
          To give you back what I have won -                                
             Because you let me see the sun.                                

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  Notes From The Author, C.J.Anders                              Page 13    
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 Dear Reader,                                                               
     Hi.  I just wanted to add a somewhat "personal" note here.  This book  
 is a sample of what the electronic book of my poetry will look like when   
 it is released during the summer of 1992.                                  
                                                                            
     "The 8 Year Itch" is a collection of more than 75 poems & songs which  
 I have written since 1984.  Your name can be added to the mailing list if  
 you wish, & you'll be notified at the time of publication.   Each book     
 will be inscribed with your name and a registration number.  If you wish   
 to purchase a copy for someone else, please make mention of that when you  
 order.                                                                     
                                                                            
     I appreciate any comments you have, you can send them to Eeeek Publish-
 ing company attention to me and they will be forwarded.  This e-book copy  
 is registered to Beyond Eternity BBS and is only to be distributed there.  
 I hope you will enjoy this small collection, & other e-books in the future.
                                                                            
                                   Sincerely,                               
                                             C.J.Anders                     

