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By Jack Joseph Smith
"I don't remember a damn thing.
I remember Seattle,"
the Gibby's walk is proud.
He steps on brick in
Pennsylvania spring.
"I touch the shore, they want
to take away everything, but
the world is fair?"
"No I didn't go to see
Patouy in prison."
When Gibby asked
questions he never wanted
to know why.
When Gibby was little
first of the six gym
degrees
"Pretty
Knew her, or one like
her.