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Edgar Lee Masters - Hod Putt

Here I lie close to the grave 
Of Old Bill Piersol, 
Who grew rich trading with the indians, and who 
Afterwards took the bankrupt law 
And emergeed from it richer than ever. 
Myself grown tired of toil and poverty 
And beholding how Old Bill and others grew in wealth, 
Robbed a traveler one night near Proctor's Grove, 
Killing him unwittingly while doing so, 
For the which I was tried and hanged. 
That was my way of going into bankruptcy. 
Now we who took the bankrupt law in our respective ways 
Sleep peacefully side by side. 

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Poet: Edgar Lee Masters
Poem: Hod Putt
Poem of the Day: Jan 15 2014

Comment 1 of 1, added on March 4th, 2010 at 5:06 PM.

Could someone please help me make a tombstone?!

Bob from United Kingdom

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