Philip Gaber
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quicksilver goddessA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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day of reckoningA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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on this very troubled afternoonA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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he had a few things to sort outA Story by Philip Gaber |
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vitamins for shaky fingersA Poem by Philip Gaber |
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her DNA has styleA Poem by Philip Gaber |
