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Sep 2021
Strangers Die
I hate when people I know die.
The rest of humanity is a lump of clay.
I see my friends souls fly
strangers just die another day
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     Aishu, Weeping willow, SUDHANSHU KUMAR and biche in the woods
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