She grinned as she stood watching me, A wrinkled crooked toothless grin. Tobacco juice in rivulets Ran through the whiskers on her chin. She’d filled the old gourd dipper full, Good spring water, fresh, clear and cold. To drink from her offered dipper – Was I foolish to be so bold? She looked at me […]
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Gourd Dipper
May 1st, 2025 — Southern Humor
