Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
Lazy old day
Pajama till noon day
Weary bones creaking
Warm bed is speaking
Calling your number
Scoot now down under
Big piles of covers
Wrap you like lovers.
Soon you'll be snoozing
Daylight is losing.
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