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What if poetry soup just shut down 
with all your work before you edited
always copy you work even if you have
to go to the library check your 
titles as well sometimes 
identity thieves actually rip your titles 
to untitled shocking don’t give up keep 
copies keep copying your work these 
companies used search engines 
and finally that poetry sight 
was no more turned out to 
be a big scam with fake 
contests changed the name 
from old poetry com international 
library of poetry Baltimore back 
then in 1999 nothing was online 
so I summitted only a few
poems after my son encouraged 
me to enter a contest for ms survivors 
sponsored by Montez Williams 2003 
I was nearly assassinated after 
my traumatic brain injury I summitted 
more desperate please for the Fbi to 
help me I testified in the murder 
trial witnessed four hurricanes 
in fort Myers Fl I realized the 
Gargano family was marketing my 
entire life poetry including sending 
corruption to bully me an extort 
my poetry for a corrupt officers niece 
Catrina bell Donaldson mckissick 
bitter because my testimony convicted 
her on battery charges in Wisconsin 
and Illinois so this extortion of my 
American poetry was due to my 
wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi 
however after the home invasions 
attack on my laptop by corruption 
sending violent offenders into my home
led me to go to the library in a blizzard 
I notice a few of my poems a series 
of dear diary poems where I described wearing 
wires pregnant crying in a bad mental 
place also deer path road walking over 
20 cities in the snow pregnant read 
untitled I thought it was the feds trying 
redacting my poems to silence me by 
editing out writings about my wearing wires pregnant 
like the cia sharpie out documents 
I thought it was the feds so I changed 
emails even used different names my 
grandmother or my pops or just 
Marietta Keating Holiday Billie anyway 
the untitled poems appeared in 2006 
on poems I’d written in 2003 2004 
during hurricane Charlie
they were all titled dear diary or deer 
path road The Daley shuffle my 
wearing wires travelling from Chicago 
to lake Bluff buying weapons and drugs 
from junk sick cops for the FBI 
I already had my own personal card 
catalog of all my original work after 
I reported the titles being ripped 
the sight apologised all my 
original titles restored other poets
complained about being scammed 
this sight changed hands to lulu shutting 
down completely a new poetry com opened no 
affiliated with the old poetry sight 
To be honest I never thought 
my poetry was that great after 
all I wrote in a coma on my death 
bed traumatic brain injury 
the people trying to take 
my writing were actually in 
college business people 
Peter Gargano behind a desk 
admiring my work from a far my 
writing was that of third grade 
after my injury I was retarded 
truly crying panting writing 
when I reported identity thieves 
in Tampa to my surprise Peter 
Ciro Gargano his corrupt agent 
Alan King my imposter jay 
Townsend Johnson Henry 
stalking me over my American poetry 
desperate pleas to the fbi 
my home was broken into 
the thieves slammed my 
computer I ran to the library 
to copy my new and old 
poems even though I had 
copied everything I ever written 
by gods grace I had copied all 
my work years before it 
is so important to copy 
your own work over and 
over again sadly this 
criminal group hacked 
into my life plotted my death
after all these years over 
arson murder of 9 persons 
Ciro and Special Agent Alan 
King hired an imposter to 
impersonate me gain royalties 
from my mental health journal 
in the form of poetry complete 
extortion by the FBI off the record 
of course special agent Alan king 
shame on you I worked hard for 
the Fbi seal wearing wires pregnant 
buying weapons and drugs 
pregnant how dare you arrive 
with the arson murderer serial 
killer one of his parking lot 
lizards to extort my poetry 
I will die for my poetry I will 
never ever allow this terror to 
break my spirit I reported it 
to the fbi unaware you Alan 
King seated with Ciro and the 
imposter I will forever copy 
my work rather home abroad 
on a bus in a library I will not 
be bullied most of my poems 
were written while my brain 
was bleeding the words were 
scrambled grammar impossible 
I continued writing I was teased 
taunted bullied called a retard 
I wrote poetry to save my 
brain it was for my mental health 
therapy it’s truly sad jay 
Townsend Johnson Henry 
Ciro Gargano and you Alan 
special Agent Alan King I 
respected you we bought 
weapons together I wore wires 
on my unborn child 1985 to 1995 
you can kill a revolutionary 
but you can’t kill a revolution 
God  bless the federal bureau 
of investigation and god bless America 


Shame on you special agent Alan king 
Chicago federal bureau of investigation 
off the record stop home invasions
FBI MEMO  SPECIAL AGENT BROWN 
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