A. D. Blood

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Title:     A. D. Blood
Author: Edgar Lee Masters [More Titles by Masters]

IF YOU in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora,
And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier
Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?

[The end]
Edgar Lee Masters's poem: A. D. Blood

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