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Apr 1
The wind blew up her dress.
  Those lips sang to me from
  shore like sirens of Ulysses.
  I was tangled in the sight
  caught in a net of memory.
  I was trapped in her riptide.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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