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A.D. Blood
(23 August 1868 – 5 March 1950 / Kansas / United States)

A.D. Blood

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?

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No second thought while at work, one has to strive for with a positive mind set. Good work. 10 for it.
Lust! ! Unholy pillow! Thanks for sharing.
Such a brilliant poem by Edgar Lee Masters....
With positive mind while we work, every work becomes good one. But closing saloons and stop paying provokes thought. This story poem is wonderfully expressed from village perception of the poet. Social reformation should be done basing on positive moral principles. EXCELLENT! EXCELLENT! ...10