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Oct 2021
Do I know you from somewhere?
You seemed so near in my rifle scope
across no mans land. I tried to **** you.
Let bygones be bygones. Forget the rope.
I'll be your waiter can I fetch drinks?
Bury the hatchets and hold onto hope.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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