Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

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. Mrs. Charles Bliss
2. Bert Kessler
3. Widow McFarlane
4. On a Bust
5. Davis Matlock

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