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Jan 2022
I'mΒ Β planted into this sacred ground
one last time 'til I'm buried and blessed.
The priest sprinkles holy water on my grave
with a prayer I'll carry like a card to God
to the Gate of Heaven and ask for mercy
as I'm judged for my faults and kindness.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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