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Oct 2021
Everything is fragile now.
I take special care walking.
A fall could break a hip and
send me to death's landfill.

I used to climb trees and fall
and bounce up to climb again.
I rode bikes downhill as fast
as I could risking everything!

I smoked and drank all night
with loose boys and girls. We
skipped class and ****** in
impossible spaces. We lived!

We have bingo and "dances" where
we shuffle with our walkers.
Fading memories bent like
question marks, with no answers.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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