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7d
I came upon a deer that was caught up dying
  on a fence in pain and fear. Places I've known.
  I tried saving it but I couldn't lift the burden.
  I screamed for help but wasn't heard. It bled out.
  The throes of death were horrible. I wish I died
  instead of innocence that died in a silent shout.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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