Finding my fingers
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Yes, it is your show. 🙂 Find your fingers. I am sure you will.
[Al Kags Officially] Finding my fingers: There was a time. There was a time when I was a poet of s… http://t.co/hhUeoTG8vW via @alkags
Finding my fingers: There was a time. There was a time when I was a poet of s… http://t.co/Qc8u582ly7 via @alkags
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