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This poem is about a wife and mother in some seriously deep pain that just had her children ripped out of her life by a man she loved and was with for 27 years! She woke up in the county jail on September 19, 2014 and thought this has got to be just another nightmare! She was just released from this place only a few days ago. When she was finally called to first appearance they told her she was charged with two counts of burglary in the first degree? In total disbelief they had to have arrested the wrong person because she had no memory of anything let alone is not a THEIF. She's always said there are two characteristics in a person that she does not like and that is a THEIF AND A LIAR. She has been put behind the glass in isolation for snapping on the police for lying to her father by telling him that they had some state soap behind the desk for her to use. It was her last phone call and had no soap and no more money on her books to call anyone!
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