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Aug 2020
This must be what forgetting is.
   Erosion of memory year by year
   until the landscape is barren now.
   I remember your ******* but can't
   find my way home. I taste you still
   but forget my child's name. I still
   remember tall grass with virginity
   lost and we created what's her name?
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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     Marcin Strugalski
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