Personal poems dealing with my tears and pain of being married into the family of scrupulous, vindictive, lying con artists that have played my family & me very well planned and are still playing with our lives for money talks and they have all the monies to get away with the murder and rape.
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Another bright hazy morning Another futile ride to nothing61 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 1 5:40 PM
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Stranger by your side Slips in through the cracks
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Another strike stricken Scrupulous people play it well47 lines, 3 comments, on May 29 8:43 AM. In Society, Personal, Angst, My Life, My Thoughts, My own style
