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VIII

by Ambrose Bierce

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Here Ingalls, sorrowing, has laid The tools of his infernal trade⁠— His pen and tongue. So sharp they grew, An such destruction from them flew, His hand was wounded when he wrote, And when he spoke he cut his throat.

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