Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

Deacon Taylor

I belonged to the church,
And to the party of prohibition;
And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.
In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver,
For every noon for thirty years,
I slipped behind the prescription partition
In Trainor’s drug store
And poured a generous drink
From the bottle marked
”Spiritus frumenti.”

1. Percival Sharp
2. Margaret Fuller Slack
3. Elizabeth Childers
4. Sersmith the Dentist
5. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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