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Mar 2022
Lately the turn of death's wheel
spins slower with fewer clicks.
I'm growing tired and can't drink
like my younger self used to.
I smell death in my bed now
reeking of those gone before.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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