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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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Deacon Taylor

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
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 partitionIn Trainor’s drug storeAnd poured a generous drinkFrom the bottle marked “Spiritus frumenti.”