A Long-Felt Want Poem by Ambrose Bierce

A Long-Felt Want



Dimly apparent, through the gloom
Of Market-street's opaque simoom,
A queue of people, parti-sexed,
Awaiting the command of 'Next!'
A sidewalk booth, a dingy sign:
'Teeth dusted nice-five cents a shine.'

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Ambrose Bierce

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Horse Cave Creek, Ohio
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