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Forged from thought

Like Field of dreams, A small Iowa town, Loads of beauty, Artist a plenty, Mr Pitman,art teacher extrodinare, Only person not connect to my community I outted myself to him, Mr. Pitman didn’t loose a beat, With all the signs of a Gay man living within the closet, He read my poetry My sock, MyContinue reading “Forged from thought”

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