Julie Schleppegrell

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Eyes of green,
the day you shook my hand.
The look was serene,
with a touch of a prince from my dreamland.
...

Whiskey was in my veins,
the night the blade imbedded deep.

The Staples closed the slain,
...

3.

Prime: is the role to his daughter,
for, he was the first man in sight.
No other will compare to what he taught her,
imbedded in her soul as her search takes flight.
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I am not crying
I just can not breathe.
If I could I would tell you.
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I am here for you brother,
Holding the pain of our sister and Mother.
The rain on the canvas washed away color,
with proof of the fiction masked by another.
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The holy spirit spoke to me,
throughout my life it always did.
Awoke in time now differently,
as it held my hand amid.
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Just before deployment started in 2008,
I met while in a cisco class, as the router worked to colate,
the life of a soldier, SPC Justin A. Saint,
In time knocked the visitor suffer, who's power seemed oblate,
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8.

She's six thousand five hundred miles away.
We say a prayer for her every day.
That God brings her back to our wide open arms.
And that he keeps her safely away from what harms.
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The tranny was slipping,
and the rear end wearily dipping.
The oil was black and probably low,
not to mention it's brakes were on the go.
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From time we begin by meeting first one,
as time walks, one's pluralized to many lives we know.
All are not loved the same as we thought when we begun,
with uncountable forms unfolding uniquely for every bow.
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This is not for rhythem this is my poetry to myself and holds rapids under still water.

For the girls, (unmarried) today love your father and respect him not as you want him to see you but respect him always, as he see's you even when you know he does not. Do the right thing and stay true to yourself you're beautiful and your body is sacred. For this you will never have to face the horrible crisis women in America had and have to face.
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Life has a battle in it's time,
The mess of the rattle was his crime.
He carries no emotion while I feel like crying;
for this midnights commotion seeks answers by prying.
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As I lay here in bed,
I close my eyes and think of you.
I see your smile; and those eyes!
I begin to wonder, do you think of me too?
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Sometimes I dont sleep,
but aimless wandering does assist.

Sometimes I wake so lazy and weak,
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15.

I can't offer much,
I can't buy gold and such.
To show how much you mean to me,
I decided to give you something that's free.
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I am sorry for what happened tonight
first you, then me, then him
It is all my fault alright
Lately my every move hurts, offends, or peeves others to the lim
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17.

The nector poisoned the blood,
and the good Angel flicked like a bug.

The sense created mistake,
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Julie Schleppegrell Biography

I am the youngest of 5 kids. The only girl. My father took me aside when I was 10, and said 'Julie, out of all the kids, you scare me the most. You are unpredictable and too independant. I am afraid you will be the runner.' He was right, I did run.... What a confused little know it all I was to think that I could defend myself.... Instead of dying, I finally became the girl I should have been when I was 30, but now the woman who I finally recognised was not a boy or a Man, and know that 'anything 'he' can do 'she' can do better', was a silly liberal woman's thought.)

The Best Poem Of Julie Schleppegrell

Hello, My Name Is Julie And Welcome To The Nuthouse!

Eyes of green,
the day you shook my hand.
The look was serene,
with a touch of a prince from my dreamland.

Rational indifference was clinging on,
but the feeling for me easily shook away.
For in my heart I have known you all along,
in a place you waited for me every day.

'Hello, I am your wife,
here with the minister to bond this matter of fact.
You have known me your whole life,
but I see you don't want to react.

I am not the other ones,
I am me.
I am not another re-run,
I am who you see.

Your fear can't be shook,
it is spreading like a disease.
Take me with this look,
and let your happiness appease.

I love you Dear;
take my hand.
No need for a knee here;
as I am simple and poor with no high demand.

My heart breaks,
and it hurts while I wait....
This poem is my gift you will take,
'cuz after 20 years it will remind that you were late.'

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