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May 2022
the time it is a coming
the end is getting near
guitar strings strumming
the sorry sound of fear
I die without last breath
nobody notices or cares
body burned in an oven
cremains in a cheap jar
destined for our Heaven.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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