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Sep 2020
I never treated love with the respect it deserves.
  I always thought of it more as a fling, frivolity.
  It felt like a schoolboy crush and lasted just as long.
  I kept riding different horses on the carousel always
  hoping to grab the brass ring on a lucky spin, but
  each time I had it I never knew how precious it was.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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