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Sep 2023
When the night seems
   forever cold and alone
   desiring selfish dreams
   hearing him on a phone

   that just wouldn't ring
   sweat in uneasy slumber
   here's the actual thing
   he calls a wrong number

   our love is still alive
   we were so **** perfect
   I know we always thrive
   always a perfect defect!
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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