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Apr 2023
kick me to the curb
garbage collected
sorry to disturb
never one selected
in my dream
on my bent knee
I asked for your
hand you say maybe
I fell for a *****
dancing naked in a bar
I played g string guitar
I always loved you so
I gave you a ring
a cheap glass thing
cold rains falling
old lovers calling
over all my hope
make a hanging rope.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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