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Aug 2020
I'm just a lonely billionaire
with tiny loans on tiny houses
ready to foreclose on tiny people
who lose jobs to China and miss
payments and live in cars or boxes
in Hoovervilles. I think of you as
dollars and cents, pennies on the dime.
Burn me to ash if you must. I survive.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     Maria Mitea and Imran Islam
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