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May 10
My mother's father Grampa
was a fallen woman's champ.
Amusing drunk wicked smile
he had his fancy bow tie style.
French and sniffing all about
sows seeds of grandson doubt?
Truth with age revealed a fact.
He was just a cheap carnival act.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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