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Mar 16
The war was won the men came home
   broke but ready to fill the cradles
   and cry on the shoulders that matter
   and smell of the remembered perfume.
   They spent the venom into wombs to
   bring corpses back from ugly death.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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