Sunday morning September 29,2024 at 8: 48 a.m. and 8: 56 a.m. and 9: 08 a.m.; beginning of poem blocked, then wiped by Poem Hunter at 8: 34 a.m.; poem begun again at 9: 14 a.m, and continued at 9: 28 a.m.
Note: Poem Hunter blocked and then wiped the first twelve (12) lines of the poem beginning with the above title at 8: 34 a.m. after I had begun it at 8: 18 a.m. They did this after I had sent a reply message to Mr. Yukon Mordsmoi Fake Name only some 20-30 minutes beforehand, my first message to him also blocked by Poem Hunter at about 8 a.m. (This full Note was also wiped by Poem Hunter at 9 a.m. before I could publish it,
so here I am writing and publishing the Note again, right now—
at 9: 14 a.m. The full poem follows—in excess of twenty (20) lines—beginning with the same first 12 lines previously blocked then wiped by Poem Hunter …)
We moved from Raleigh to Bonita Springs, Florida
in April 2004-in part to rid ourselves of the Durham,
Raleigh and Cary Police Departments—as two of
our cars, a 1991 Toyota Corolla and and older model
Mercedes Benz had been destroyed by third-party
drivers in Durham, a third, our 1985 Dodge Caravan
by Daniel Cash Hilliard Jr. on Kildare Farm Road,
Cary, in April of 2002, and then my son Shawn Ryan
and I were hit at high speed by yet another third-party
driver at a red light at the T-section of Buck Jones Road
and Farm Gate Road In Raleigh within blocks of our
Raleigh home, Shawn suffering a severe back injury
in the process at the hands of Joshua Robert Davidson
who was driving a heavily loaded company vehicle
that was owned by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem