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Nov 2024
Seagulls crying over who knows what
   riding ocean breezes we'd all die for.
   We fight drunk in our room, a prelude
   ******* on the sheets with an anchor.
   I hear the 9th symphony when we ***.
   We are one hearing seagulls laughter.
   Wide awake at midnight smell our ***
  I finally fall asleep in the deep after.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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