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Jun 30
We would do well to die before our dreams.
  I leer where once I aroused, an old fool.
  How do I limp to my finish line? Help me
  know my place now that I've packed my life
  in boxes. I yearn for my big sins. Where is
  lust's object of desire? Where is my ******?
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  73/M/Charlotte, NC
(73/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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