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Sep 2024
Surrounded by all this earthly ****
in my happy hour a Springsteen hit
New York City Serenade takes me
back to my youth where I'm naive.
I'm a nasty fat ghost dead certain
at inevitable confessional curtain
judgement's cards are on the table
thumbs up or down or just a fable?
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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