Tom Merritt

    At first I suspected something -
    She acted so calm and absent-minded.
    And one day I heard the back door shut
    As I entered the front, and I saw him slink
    Back of the smokehouse into the lot
    And run across the field.
    And I meant to kill him on sight.
    But that day, walking near Fourth Bridge
    Without a stick or a stone at hand,
    All of a sudden I saw him standing
    Scared to death, holding his rabbits,
    And all I could say was, "Don't, Don't, Don't,"
    As he aimed and fired at my heart.

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Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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