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Jul 4
He always sat
in a **** fiat
on His throne
no press, alone,
Godly everything
wears God's ring.
Creation progressed
we all confessed
sins big and small
in the confessional.
I told
of my hold
on my *****
vomited sick
white puke
as a rebuke.
God is dead
shot in the head
with my ***
midnight sun.
Guilty as charged!
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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