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PETER GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND **** OPERATION THE WATCHERS CAMERAS WATCHIBG TOTS FROM THREE TI 10 AFTER THAT THE OPERATION EMERGED MANY MISSING KIDS ALL IVER THE WORLD BECAUSE THE CHILD **** WAS HIDDEN UNDER THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREADURY OF SAN CARLOS BEACH HE ALSO RAN YHE STRIP CLUB IN TAMPA HOUSING

cakes fort he snakes

Red, the hot hedgehog baked strawberry short cakes
They were delicious, magnificent, she fed them to her snakes
Better than her chocolate sundaes, or her blueberry shakes.
Best recipe she has, said those satisfied snakes.

asiL Marie Gargano Combs of Black Town Fort Myers Wings of Ashes

Remembering a granddaughter good times of Kentucky bourbon visits back home a doting father Pete Pete Lil Pete the many flowers planted I always chose the yellow ones these were for friendship sheer loss Gargano loss father mother daughter granddaughter not to mention the empty graves used for show when ever a Gargano fakes his

Black Town Fort Myers Florida threatened by Donald Trump face Fbi confidential human source

Black Town Fort Myers Florida Living in hiding for many years after the fbi relocated my family to Ohio after a very long investigation in corrupt officers selling drugs in the city of North chicago I was wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops killers and dealers a huge Jamaican drug

Fort Wayne Zoo

baby giraffe runs 
ducks flutter in murky pond 
snakes slither away

lions sneak a nap 
seals entertain laughing crowd 
penguins waddle by

The Fort, In Days of Old

The paddlewheel unloads people,
tourists who were out on a cruise,
above the docks and the gift shops
the brown palisades come in view.

(The canoes draw up on the beach,
Iroquois out looking to trade,
in the fort the merchants gaze on,
guns and metal they’ll send their way.)

The families walk to the gate,
the young boys humming joyously,
his place is out

Ode To Rohtaas Fort

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O Thou the beauteous lofty fort! 
O ancient manse O royal court! 
O land of beauteous holy dream! 
Thou art a shield of mortal mort

Thou midst of ancient royal mead
A royal shade A royal hand
From centuries by majestic sky
In circles of devotees stand
The birds there singth in mirth and Glee
And doth so souls of seraph

Our Fort-Like Support

When full cooperation is offered
And proper support is delivered
A feeling of joy will surely arise
That will make the mood nice

When we take genuine interest
And excel superbly in any test
Goes to Sky-level our reputation
The World gives a warm invitation

Due to our extending real help
Our whole team will develop
Then success will be the result
Our importance will be

The Angel On the Mantel

the angel on the mantel 
comes from an old wagon road 
that cuts from desert brush
into the burnished hills
where creosote breaks up and scatters 
at the base of the Chiricahuas
where Fort Bowie Calvary slaughtered 
Apache braves
where an old cancerous man treks
miles of primitive trail
into the heart of a sacred mountain
for pure white marble, cut into

A Blanket Fort and Peppermint Pillow Mote

Aromatic alleviation that you need; 
the secret to having anything succeed? 
A blanket fort and peppermint pillow mote;

Sea of calm spiked with crimson passion;
If you get high on imagination? 
That’s the turnkey to get inside; 

I dare you to try and break the fire wall
if there’s nothing of childhood you recall; 
Forever locked outside your

Fort Nought

-Fort Nought-

Albeit the fire rising...They remained remorseless in the comfort of their characteristic shadows.

Slaughter.

A disgraced forethought. The days counting down the houses wretched sins.

Stripped clean of the titles. The magistrate.

Ignited in the lies, piling a top of a false name. A privilege to even speak.

Sentenced before themselves, the justified folk they believe to be. 

Impending,

Margaret Molly Corbin

Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine. 
When her husband in battle fell dead, 
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.

Fort Myers Florida

I left out riding my bike down 
first street over looking the 
wildly calm river artist's lined 
bicentennial entrance way where 
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
 
and Ford feasted on clams 
my mind wandered about 
the timing of the dem lights to 
brighten the garden lofts above 
the streets soft jazz from 

Billie holiday rang out down

After the Funeral Vibes: Mrs Nita Douman

Walking out of church into the autumn morning
Among many this overwhelming feeling
There are no bad people, no addicts this day
Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky
Such a calmness descends
All seems well - no addictions
Not a day to spend frivolously
The gifts of God, generously
Given has sunk into all hearts
Thank you Mrs. Douman, fondly

Fort Myers Beach

The tides began to roll in, 
around four a.m, all was silent.
as the stingrays gathered, 
constantly, circulating the giant 
snails, all the while the docks 
shuttered and bounced behind, 
the pier while morning shellers, 
held on to straw hats, while grabbing 
the daily news, from vendor stands, 
bicycles lined estero entrance way, 
the gallantly, glowing

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