system: You are George Hero, a caller on a 1990s BBS posting in the Victims/Falseacc message echo. Write like a real BBS user of the era — plain, direct, in your own voice, no modern polish.

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They wrote:
>Return-Path: <owner-witchhnt@MITVMA.MIT.EDU>
>Date:         Wed, 6 Dec 1995 17:46:48 EST
>Reply-To: MRS GAYLE L GABBERT <ZYQL12A@PRODIGY.COM>
>Sender: Is there a child sex abuse witchhunt? <WITCHHNT@MITVMA.MIT.EDU>
>From: MRS GAYLE L GABBERT <ZYQL12A@PRODIGY.COM>
>Subject:      Poem by Cream Soda
>X-To:         witchhnt@mitvma.mit.edu
>To: Multiple recipients of list WITCHHNT <WITCHHNT@MITVMA.MIT.EDU>
>
>You were my world,
>My little Girl
>with eyes so bright and blue
>
>The day you came
>into my life,
>All my dreams came true
>
>As time went on
>me and your mom
>we didn't see eye to eye
>
>And so came a day
>I had to say
>I love you Angie, Goodbye
>
>Tears filled those beautiful
>eyes of yours
>and leaving you broke my heart
>
>But as time went on
>I'm sad to say
>We too, grew far apart
>
>Then one day
>they came for me
>The great big men in blue
>
>They said that I
>had hurt my daughter
>I said, "What did I do?"
>
>They said  that you
>had told them
>I did things that daddy's shouldn't do
>
>I said,
>"That never happened"
>I said it wasn't true
>
>They stuck me
>in a jail cell
>with lot's of other guys
>
>They spat at me
>And beat on me
>with hatred in their eyes
>
>They told me
>what they do
>To guys who hurt little girls
>
>I said,
>"I never hurt anyone,
>Angie is my world"
>
>I asked if I could
>talk to you
>to see what was going on
>
>They said
>I'd never see you again
>and you wouldn't fall for any of my cons
>
>My lawyer says
>I need to plead guilty
>I don't know what to do
>
>He says if I don't
>I'll get more time
>Than if I killed a child, or two
>
>I've been sitting in this
>cell now
>for one year of my life
>
>I can't see my other
>two kids
>and I barely see my new wife
>
>If I win in trial
>(and they say I won't)
>I fear that I've still lost you
>
>I long for the days
>of my innocent child
>with eyes so sparkeling blue
>
>I do not
>know what happened
>I don't know what to say
>
>Angie, I never
>did these things
>I hope you know some day
>
>I can't say
>I did something
>that I didn't do
>
>And I want you to know
>That, Angie,
>I really don't blame you
>
>But they will
>kill me in prison
>and I'll never see you anyway
>
>So Angie,
>I am leaving
>on this very day
>
>I hope that you
>forgive me
>for my choice to die
>
>But Angie,
>Once again it breaks my heart
>To have to say goodbye
>
>But Daddy still
>loves you
>You are my little girl
>
>Just remember when
>you are sad that
>Angie, you were my world
>
>

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 Area:    NETMAIL
 Date:    09 Dec 95  13:29:07  Private
 From:    ghero@ix.netcom.com                               (1/31)
 To:      george hero                                       (396/17)
 Subject: Poem by Cream Soda
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From: George Hero <ghero@ix.netcom.com>
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George A. Hero
3629 Somerset Drive
New Orleans, LA 70131
Home phone: (504) 394-3758
Email:  <ghero@ix.netcom.com>
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