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I recently read a poem from your book entitled "Abandoned" in the editorial the Street Zine. The article stated that you had the book containing this poem published by the Cheudi Publishing Company in Plano, TX. I was wondering if you could aid me in publishing some of my own work. I figured you have a lot of experience in this area and I am in dire need of assistance. If it's okay, could you send me a message regarding this information? Thanks,
Brandon Fuller

Your are books are really looking good. Keep on writing.
Robert your books look really good. Let us know about your August booksigning.
I will send you the other picture as well as the audio file as soon as I scan the photo and convert the audio cd file. I will talk to you soon.Peace with ya.
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by
Robert Hines April 28, 1998
What do you know about me, homeless.
Do you think I was born this way
Or maybe I just gave up on me.
In a way you may be right
But there’s always a past I’ve left behind.
I could have been a professor or even a doctor
That just caught a few bad breaks in life.
Maybe I was driven to this zone where I found Comfort
Because there are no demands or responsibilities there.
Whatever the case a part of me died and
There seems to be no way of capturing it back.
You see there’s hopelessness beyond belief
For I don’t really know that I’m truly dead.
I say dead because I’m dead inside
With no one to turn to and no where to hide.
It’s the spiritual death I wish upon no person
But will inevitably fall upon many to come.
Not all of us will survive or re-flourish
Because in the end some of us will die.
Before it’s too late ask the Lord Jesus for help
Then do the footwork for the journey ahead is long!