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In Hico,Texas;

city limits;on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue,near a tire shop,and its where billy 
the kid the out law lived and died;as brushy bill,so sad,yet here stood by those 
very same street names in real life,his last 3rd living descendent, generation gap 
as i guess we could of called it now!he wasnt dead,like all would of like to 
believed or masked;he was my son,mr pj bertrand jr,and me im his mom;norma 
jay bertrand the writer4386/homeless international poet of the usa/07!in reality 
how practical does that sound,but my son at 24 years of age looks more 
idenitical to him every day,its gets kinda spooky!in and out of hico,texas,except 
here he was by the same stop sign holding a white plastic sign with a christian 
quote on that read on wed,oct 26,05 can gods people help this family in 
america;why?we that is i and my family was out on a personal fundraiser walk on 
our own;since we were victims of both hurricanes and had no address physically 
and lived in our suv;that eventually quit.no organizations cared and femur refused 
to aid us;so we did it on our own,headed toward dublin,texas no less;off hw y6 
north west for that one paticular night,it was where no one was giving rides and 
only passing us by;like a real loser we felt inside;in and out of hico,texas,what 
they didnt want to realise;billy the kid wasnt missing he was right there by my 
side on the side of a abandoned house of white stone;resting my shattered knee 
caps due to my bone cancer,on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue i was then 
petting billy the kid who resemblance could kill a real deer that happened by! and 
it could of been seen on the back on a rural map;its where njay wrote this on the 
side of the ditch,if the residents came up and some would be in literal tears 
telling him do you know who you look like;he could only nod yes mam or sir!and 
sigh!believe it!ask the manager of chicken express cafe america;if you think i 
lie;its more than just a word of mouth!i and he was both in and out of hico ,texas 
and thankgod it wasnt in the south;yet no body asked how?nor had the nerve to 
smile or laugh!or saw wowl!his living legacy america!is in actual replica on your 
streets;a remake of the notorious gun slinger of the west in and out of hico,texas 
call me and you can see him more than twice;at 409-679-5423

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Mr.Angels Driving!

ms.poetry writer4386 around the world,hovered under his wings!just like shes on 
this great parade of renewal of human fate,siging live autographs of her famous 
poetry of the new editors award,and from poetry.com shows it on the 
web,mr.angels driving norma jay bertrand the writer4386/homeless international 
poet of the usa/07!away from harm;of the most recent storms on the east coast 
of the hurricanes tragedy!of katrina and rita,a f-3 or 4 in size,it happened in 
aug/05;shes now in texas,playing april fools,yes!mr.angels driving mrs norma jay!
now in to a col pine tree shade.

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If Heaven Only Knew?

how i norma jay felt about you;thered be no earthly struggles or wars on higher 
plains;theyd be nothing but angels galloping in and out of the rain of a cloudy 
dispelled sky;if heaven only knew my international poetry ladys name;but they 
sang it out loudly and broadcastingly,then they came to shout it out on our 
land;just the same was it you! they stated in a live reframe;who is the one norma 
jays loves so truley,she has wrote it in her own blood,sweat and her rendered 
weeping tear stains;if heaven only knew!how i felt about you;life would'nt be so 
tough at writersblock.com now would of it,they the members there should of 
rearange her brokened harp toward a different view;mr delrick;hum!

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Sometimes They Dont Come Back;

america;a white homeless man found in a ditch;by interstate
35 south and feeder road;of austin,texas;some times they
really dont come back;but what if it was me;would it
then;my freind;or would have to be to mean some thing
with the color of my white poor dirty skin;what if i
norma jay bertrand the writer4386/was ran over
would you call it an accident;when i seen this man
thats what texas investigators are calling it;what
a coincidence;two years earlier a black women
did the same in dallas and got away with it;since
a mexican women hit him;says she thought it 
was a deer;america we have a problem then;
same investigators says we walk all over the 
place like that;really like he dosent;like we dont
exist;or blend;yet we are no different than youre
only poor and no home to live in;sometimes we 
are only ghosts of your past by chance no one 
cares to help or look out for;

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You Will Fear Me;Part 1

yyou will adhere to me with a little less pain;you will see me write the greatest 
pors;ever writtened;i will quote the lesser poets dream,i will rise for what they 
never  settle for,i will speak where you adverate writers refused;to accept;finually 
closed the very acceptance and doors,i will make new prephrencies,i will 
personally tackle the old laws not to justify the newwer folklore;yes america i 
norma jay bertrand the writer4386/homeless international poet of the usa/07 can 
make you wish and long for;me;you will fear me;i will have prejudice toward all 
hypricratical oathes;of all ores,for they re full of vein repitushas and spoofs of 
hells luring defamatories;yes ameica i will rewrite your own history books thats 
what i came here for?you will fear me!i'm in your frontal room 
fantasies;dreams;darkened indowendels;of revolving shadows of deep woods 
where you live at;late at night;like a real reality boogie man;i might appear;make 
you scared;i'll be only there hanging out with freinds you knew;when you couldnt 
sleep no more tho i will be lurking around under your bed;in your own bedroom 
floor;you will fear me will continue;