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When jay Townsend Johnson Henry 
climbed in my windiw searching 
for my American poetry sending 
chills down my spine author star 
Parker was parked awaited this 
impersonator my poetry wasn't as
grand as Robert frost or even 
Edgar Allen poe I was broken 
disabled mother retired nursery 
school teacher from Germany I  
enjoy folklore poetry with my children 
I adored writing I certainly wasn't 
highly educated I attended a school 
for journalism as a child in Chicago 
writing was my passion my grammer 
was way off miss spelling words but my 
poetry was mine and she was obsessed 
with my poetry my life hence my dearh
nevertheless my imposter grew 
enraged fearing my safety after I 
contacted the fbi the attorney general 
office she crawled away like a spineless 
crab leaving dirty sand mites in her wake 
as she gathered killers and dealers 
to murder me end my life for my 
American poetry I still cringe at the 
behest of the full knowledge of this 
sheer hardship i survived her threats
assassination attempts while she would 
finally dummy up to dumb down 
fascinating to say the least my prayers 
remain for the soul of this person of 
such envy hatred and cruelty for me 
cruelty for a disabled American poet
I thank god for saving me from my killers

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