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Apr 2021
Everyone prays they always have another day,
   but every one's always the same as ones before.
   We're stuck inside of quicksand only slower than
   we thought and the time ticks faster only more.
   I'm going to the end of time as the seconds tick
   we grow ugly and bald and pale and dead sick.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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