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    A Boy Swept Under The Rug
    A Boy Swept Under The Rug
    A Boy Swept Under The Rug
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    A Boy Swept Under The Rug

    By Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

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    "A Boy Swept Under the Rug" is P. M. Leiby's first book of poetry. P. M. Leiby brings to bear a love of life and death encoded in the social and mental struggles. He holds an M.S. in psychology from Purdue University.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaul Mason Leiby, Jr
    Release dateOct 11, 2022
    ISBN9781005384869
    A Boy Swept Under The Rug
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    Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

    Paul Mason Leiby Jr is the author of nine experimental poetry books: "Lofi My Life," "Sleeping Every Sycamore Standing," "How the Bakery Pronounces Drab," "Of the Body Air," "They Walked Until Autumn," "Goodbye, the Unused Portion Hello," and others. P. M. Leiby brings to bear a love of life and death encoded in the social and mental struggles. He holds an M.S. in psychology from Purdue University.

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