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GIBSON FAY-LEBLANC Ventriloquist on an Off Day Tucked in felt cases, his quiet ones sleep parks and blocks. Just happy to be here, He doesn’t search for better ways to fool No journey back for youth’s sea glass so much desire then he could taste a current Once he felt the pull of it he would recall he leans into the charged fields the arcing current will not dissipate Contributor’s
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