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Mar 2022
I'm 7 but feel like I'm Gramps.
  I smoke the butts in his car and
  drain his beer too warm to finish.
  I want to be him when I grow up.
  He makes mom laugh. I want to.
  He's like God that I wish I was.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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