Ambrose Bierce (24 June 1842 - 26 December 1913 / Horse Cave Creek, Ohio)
I saw the devil-he was working free:
A customs-house he builded by the sea.
'Why do you this?' The devil raised his head;
'Churches and courts I've built enough,' he said.
Submitted: Thursday, September 27, 2012
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