 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
[The owner of a powder mill]
The owner of a powder millWas musing on a distant hill—
Something his mind foreboded—
When from the cloudless sky there fell
A deviled human kidney! Well,
The man's mill had exploded.
His hat he lifted from his head;
“I beg your pardon, sir,” he said;
“I didn't know 'twas loaded.”
Swatkin.
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