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Y66 meaning Mort

Y66 Mort means Fred Hampton day in spite your subtle threats I am in no way able to obey any mafia threat during election time I am reminded of the bribes payoffs and dead bodies piling up you must know I cannot agree to provide medical coverage for a Mexican undocumented illegal immigrant my prayers are with Gargano empty Mort limited your resources make no mistake there was a time I’d jump off a bridge after receiving your threats I actually cancelled my Medicaid in order to stop jay Townsend Johnson Henry data breach identity fraud complete devastation today I feel sorry for you Y66 Mort right Mort for not allowing my stalker to extort my American poetry wow I cannot allow your imposters to gain royalties from my American poetry good try though very thoughtful times has changed since the Chicago outfit was running things today everyone need’s metoprolol for chest pains and quite frankly I need all my medicine none to spare however along the border your Gloria could receive medical supplies through proper channel’s please stop threatening me Y66 Mayor Daley go ahead I have to leave this world from something right stop bullying go out and vote no on corruption and organised crime could save a life perhaps mine blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord hosanna in the highest no fear of mafia scum no matter the great source Aug nues dei lamb of god Gargano has been blowing my brains out for years I survived only according to gods will kill me Ciro Ubi caritas I’ll donate my life for peace Gargano has targeted me so long hired imposters stalkers home invaders to actually extort poetry from my nightstand poetry from my mental health journal poetry written to my children and grand I’m so blessed I can’t even hate my enemies upon my death my eight children twenty six grandchildren and two great grandchildren get to chose a poem any poem from my collection while my ashes are being spread they each get to read my poems then make them into paper airplanes and release them in my memory my prayers are with you Ciro how cruel you’ve become or perhaps you have always been cruel I was much to compassionate to understand such cruelty make no mistake I am awakened now staying in my faith for the sake of his sorrowful passion have mercy on us and on the whole world

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