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Feb 2024
9th floor computer center we're drones
  chained to machines I met rebels like me.
Cold as hell constant noise telephones,
we refused to be owned by the enemy.
  We were rascals, thief's and honor bound
  Benny boo and break the speed of sound
  and pillage the robber candy machine.
  We night owls way was finally found.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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