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May 2022
I promised lovers what they wanted.
  They gave me what I needed to survive.
  Kathy, Betsy, her and her and her again
  that left her imprint. I'm old and forget.
  They all show up in my morphine dreams.
  I'll die among them all with an *******.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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