but is deadly;
and the Devil doesn't come
sneaking in the night.
He walks right in, daylight,
shining bright as Summer
-camp, fishing, canoeing, joy,
and lays his hat right down.
Brandishing flowers and
floundering flutes, dinner
by candlelight, smiling
stuttering succotash.
The Devil doesn't disguise
and neither should I.
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