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Nov 2023
We unwashed seek to protect us
from rich gods to give us access
to our own needed food and water.
Kings will die in the slaughter.

Blood flows in the empty streets.
My brave one eye cat finally meets
her maker on a street called Lost
as a witness to our final Holocaust.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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