The Rich Testator Poem by Ambrose Bierce

The Rich Testator



He lay on his bed and solemnly 'signed,'
Gasping-perhaps 'twas a jest he meant:
'This of a sound and disposing mind
Is the last ill-will and contestament.'

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Ambrose Bierce

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Horse Cave Creek, Ohio
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