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Mar 6
My drunkard hand shook so much
I chipped the fine china teacup and
spilled the ******* tea on my despair.
I pulled the poem from my pocket
and gave it to my host as a gift.
He printed it in The New Yorker.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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