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Excavator Gave Him Navigator

That’s the job that gave him Navigator After goodbye to Lift Operator; Months on the TV as Moderator And a US firms Gum Distributor… But Bruce had not wanted Excavator, Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator: “All these awkward passions for artifacts And choosing to celebrate old facts: Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil One might think one is prospecting for oil; Forbears working on their forgotten face: Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”. From excavation grabbed ventilator, Also, a machine with indicator And soon a mansion with elevator; Impenetrable to terminator… Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator: Smart, American with fine radiator…

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