Shapes of Clay

by Ambrose Bierce


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A RENDEZVOUS


A RENDEZVOUS.

Nightly I put up this humble petition:
"Forgive me, O Father of Glories,
My sins of commission, my sins of omission,
My sins of the Mission Dolores."

 

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