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Jan 2021
I'll boil you in my angry heart.
    We'll serve you as appetizer and
    cheap wine to accompany. I'll ****
    your friend on our bed at midnight.
    I'll wake in morning sun you're gone
    always feet on the ledge of a death
    you can't avoid until I pull a trigger
    to my temple and take my last breath.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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