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Nov 2022
I can't remember her name
but I can't forget her *******
all that remains is shame
like all my drunk regrets.

My life was despair
of my own making
we kissed on a back stair
my vows were breaking

the Summer of love
******* in a halter top
fit me like a glove
I could never stop.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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     guy scutellaro and Chuck Kean
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