Don Fairchild on Gab: "In the marble halls where the republic breathes, Half the seats are hollow, carved by unseen thieves. Not voices of towns, nor the farmer’s cracked hands, But w..."

Don Fairchild on Gab: "In the marble halls where the republic breathes, Half the seats are hollow, carved by unseen thieves. Not voices of towns, nor the farmer’s cracked hands, But w..."