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.”
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