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Rosie Roberts

Written by: Edgar Lee Masters | Biography
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 I was sick, but more than that, I was mad
At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.
So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria: "I am here in my girlhood home in Spoon River, Gradually wasting away.
But come and take me, I killed the son Of the merchant prince, in Madam Lou's, And the papers that said he killed himself In his home while cleaning a hunting gun -- Lied like the devil to hush up scandal, For the bribe of advertising.
In my room I shot him, at Madam Lou's, Because he knocked me down when I said That, in spite of all the money he had, I'd see my lover that night.
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