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Aug 2023
Some would call it only chance.
   Some would name it circumstance.
   Others say it's writ upon high.
   Her name is Fate. She'd never lie.
   She won't predict your tomorrow.
   She won't promise joy or sorrow.
   We never see any rhyme or reason.
   Like weather it betrays the season.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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