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Apr 2021
We called it making love
but all we did was ****.
I'm old and remember
the lovers like ******
births and walking on
water turned to wine.
Each a more precious
jewel with every drink.
Truth gets easier the older you are.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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