Ambrose Bierce Lies Poems

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An Epitaph [here Lies Greer Harrison, A Well Cracked Louse]

Here lies Greer Harrison, a well cracked louse
So small a tenant of so big a house!
He joyed in fighting with his eyes (his fist
Prudently pendent from a peaceful wrist)
And loved to loll on the Parnassian mount,
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