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From:
OJ Simpson <tariq.1.ra... @spamgourmet.com>
Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 20:36:37 -0700 (PDT)
Local: Tues, Oct 7 2008 8:36 am
Subject: private hell (a poem)
In my lonely room, I find my private hell;
The walls are closing in on my grim cold cell.
Girls who drop on by shriek and run back out,
They fear my crazy sickness, oh yes beyond all doubt.
Ev'ry night, neighbors hear my sobs and screams;
Ev'ry morn, I die, clutching my tattered dreams.
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From:
Ded Objekts In Veevoh <brewh... @freenet.edmonton.ab.ca>
Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 16:19:59 -0700 (PDT)
Local: Mon, Oct 13 2008 4:19 am
Subject: Re: private hell (a poem)
On Oct 6, 9:36 pm, OJ Simpson <tariq.1.ra
... @spamgourmet.com> wrote:
> In my lonely room, I find my private hell; > The walls are closing in on my grim cold cell. > Girls who drop on by shriek and run back out, > They fear my crazy sickness, oh yes beyond all doubt. > Ev'ry night, neighbors hear my sobs and screams; > Ev'ry morn, I die, clutching my tattered dreams.
A funny thing mayhaps be true.
A song hits me and about you.
A draw for drive and simple things would work you at a zoo.
A dose of sense and easy outs would get you through the poo.
An easy conversation with a fellow teacher full of doubt.
Would tell him to relax and say that sketch is full of snout.
It cannot all be true what they say of she and you.
What he said she said isn't worth drop of stew.
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From:
OJ Simpson <tariq.1.ra... @spamgourmet.com>
Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 14:36:33 -0700 (PDT)
Local: Tues, Oct 21 2008 2:36 am
Subject: private hell (2 poems)
thanks for your advice, my pals. here are 2 more
For girls I am something to hideously taunt and mock.
My shelves of hatred and bile are exceedingly well stocked.
Their cruel, harsh laughter rings in my confounded ears.
I cannot breathe through all the despair and tears.
I fear walking down the street, where I hear hissing and boos.
People despise me as much as they hate the lowly Jews.
and no. 2:
Though it ended in abject pain and grief,
My strongest feeling in death is one of great relief.
Before I threw the rope around my scrawny neck,
I was truly damaged goods, a total emotional wreck.
Every year was autumn, every night a bore,
Every day a torment, every date a snore.
Lacking the strength to endure, I ended my earthly time.
I jumped off my little stool – a truly Catholic crime.
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From:
Banana <honeyfr... @gmail.com>
Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:36:23 -0700 (PDT)
Local: Tues, Oct 28 2008 3:36 am
Subject: Re: private hell (2 poems)
On Oct 20, 1:36 pm, OJ Simpson <tariq.1.ra
... @spamgourmet.com> wrote:
> thanks for your advice, my pals. here are 2 more
> For girls I am something to hideously taunt and mock.
> My shelves of hatred and bile are exceedingly well stocked.
> Their cruel, harsh laughter rings in my confounded ears.
> I cannot breathe through all the despair and tears.
> I fear walking down the street, where I hear hissing and boos.
> People despise me as much as they hate the lowly Jews.
> and no. 2:
> Though it ended in abject pain and grief,
> My strongest feeling in death is one of great relief.
> Before I threw the rope around my scrawny neck,
> I was truly damaged goods, a total emotional wreck.
> Every year was autumn, every night a bore,
> Every day a torment, every date a snore.
> Lacking the strength to endure, I ended my earthly time.
> I jumped off my little stool – a truly Catholic crime.
I wish I could make words rhythm
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