This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
IN life I was the town drunkard; When I died the priest denied me burial In holy ground. The which redounded to my good fortune. For the Protestants bought this lot, And buried my body here, Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas, And of his wife Priscilla. Take note, ye prudent and pious souls, Of the cross--currents in life Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame
, 5 months ago
abbey yew cant spell
[always] [weird]
by the way
i like this one
yew can feel the intensity of spoon river
, 4 months ago
you can robin u dumb ass nigga i like this one
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abbey may , 5 months ago
i think this one is cool and wierd because it talks about a man who could not be burried in the holy ground and people had to buy land to put him in and he was allways drunk.