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Mar 2022
We were young and beautiful.
     We tasted each other and feasted
     on our banquet. I smell you still
     I'm 73 and you're beside me in bed
     in dreams that are more alive
     than my daily crawling to death.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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