Sunday, January 13, 2008

Poetry for the People

Ollie spent the whole morning waiting. First she tried shaking Granddaddy Larkins, who just wouldn't wake up. She thought he was just playing, but he was out. His teeth weren't even in the glass, and there was a bottle on the bedstand. He'd be asleep for days.

~Gorilla, My Love by Toni Cade Bambara

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