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On finding love, I'm putting that on the backburner. For it may not be in my cards. I'm kind of giving that up.

On these people stealing, Go. Carson was the one who stole the cookies and Jolly Ranchers. And then several weeks later is in on this Dr. they set me up with on August 29. And then when they packed my property (Monday, May 7, 2012 at 2 AM). Different officers steal more food, two bars of soap, $6 in stamps, two bags of coffee. And these are supposed to be law officers who uphold state law, not a bunch of damn thieves!

I can't let this continue to happen. The time for change is here and now, and I'm going to fight like hell to bring this change. I'm fixing to write a piece on everything they stole on May 7th (batteries, beans and rice, soups, etc.). Someone is going to pay attention to what's going on here. Some can, some can't, some will, some won't. Well, I can and I will stand up in the face of this corrupt, malicious, vindictive, no-good, inbred, redneck administration and fight for the change that I believe in. And if I die doing it, so be it, for I will have died fighting for what I believe in.

Again, thank you for your comments. I enjoy hearing from you. Please take care of yourself and fight the good fight.

In Peace and Love,
Ronnie

Ronald W. Clark
The Death Row Poet
May 11, 2012

Little Boy

My pain begins so deep within
Within my heart, within my soul
For as a child my innocence was stole
So I've caused more heartache
across the miles
I've brought more tears
than I brought smiles.
Yes, even as a little boy,
I brought more tears
than I brought joy
And yet it seems
like such a bad dream
But that's the life,
the life I've seen.
For there's so much pain
deep within.
That I just touched
on where it began.
For even as a little boy,
I felt more pain
than I felt joy.