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."
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