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Aug 2021
The sun whispers me awake
from a dream with you naked
nowhere to be but make love
the whole day long. We call in sick.
Who needs the rest of the world
we have ourselves to ourselves.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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