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Oct 2022
Our first boy, boy.
My namesake, boy.
Fetch my tools, boy.
Cry beating belt, boy.
Make me proud, boy.
Ignore my cruelty, boy.
War's killing eats us, boy.
Comes home each night, boy.
Never mind the misery, boy.
She smiled at you, Boy!
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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