Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed. — James Schwartz, The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed. — James Schwartz, The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed. — James Schwartz, The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed. — James Schwartz, The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed. — James Schwartz, The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
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Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed.

— James Schwartz, The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
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