As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many — Brenda Sutton Rose
As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many — Brenda Sutton Rose
As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many — Brenda Sutton Rose
As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many — Brenda Sutton Rose
As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many — Brenda Sutton Rose
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As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many of the poor workers, the meter and rhythm of stringing tobacco is the only poetry they’ve ever known.

— Brenda Sutton Rose
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