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Carl Pazram

Panzram, Panzram, murder and rape man, he a tortured boy, who knew no truth, presented to world as uncouth youth Panzram here, Panzram there, no one kind till Oregon State Jail, gave him pen and paper his memoirs to nail Carl Pazram number 31614 tells in his book, that at the executioners time he hollered, ” Why d’you take your time?... by now you swine, I could’ve killed nine!” Pazram, Pazram tortured mind.

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Book: Shattered Sighs