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Dec 2022
I'm dragging myself cross country
   once again trying to find a place
   that I can recognize as home. I'm
   aching for my own kind. Tired of
   temporary jobs and lovers in bars
   I don't recognize in the morning.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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