Dennis Kearney Poem by Ambrose Bierce

Dennis Kearney

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Your influence, my friend, has gathered head
To east and west its tides encroaching spread.
There'll be, on all God's foot-stool, when they meet,
No clean spot left for God to set His feet.

Thursday, September 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: friend,god
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