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Oct 2021
Same little boy I've always been
now trapped in this old man skin.
I feel there's no way I can win.
Little boy carries old man sin.
I bounce off walls deep within
the carcass of my closest kin.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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