Deacon Taylor

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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.”