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.
A Builder
Ambrose Bierce
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Poem topics: house, sea, head, I love you, I miss you, devil, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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