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May 9
There a cuckoo clock on the wall,
I was a kid curious how it worked.
Gramps told me not to touch it.
I moved the chain and it crashed
and broke the cheap lamp below.
That **** destroyed me entirely.
He went from a hero to zero
his hangover destroyed us.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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