Robert Whitmore died of apoplexy when a stranger from Georgia mistook him for a former Macon waiter. — Frank Marshall Davis Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I admire Russia for wiping out an economic system which permitted a handful of rich to exploit and beat gold from the millions of… — Frank Marshall Davis Copy Share Image
Robert Whitmore died of apoplexy when a stranger from Georgia mistook him for a former Macon waiter. — Frank Marshall Davis Copy Share Image
