Robert Whitmore died of apoplexy when a stranger from Georgia mistook him for a former Macon waiter.
Night is a curious child, wandering Between earth and sky, creeping In windows and doors, daubing The entire neighborhood With purple paint. - Frank Marshall Davis
Night is a curious child, wandering Between earth and sky, creeping In windows and doors, daubing The entire neighborhood With purple paint.
- Frank Marshall Davis
Ideas rise with new mornings but never die. - Frank Marshall Davis
Ideas rise with new mornings but never die.
I admire Russia for wiping out an economic system which permitted a handful of rich to exploit and beat gold from the millions of plain people…. As o… - Frank Marshall Davis
I admire Russia for wiping out an economic system which permitted a handful of rich to exploit and beat gold from the millions of plain people…. As o…
Robert Whitmore died of apoplexy when a stranger from Georgia mistook him for a former Macon waiter. - Frank Marshall Davis
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