Poetic Prose: Denver Moore

Same Kind of Different As Me.

“I don’t know how old Sister Bettie was when I met her, but right this minute she got a crown a’ hair just as white as a cloud on a summer day, and twinklin eyes as blue as the sky them clouds go sailin in.

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Poetic Prose: Denver Moore

Same Kind of Different As Me.

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Same Kind of Different As Me.

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