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I found god Huddled up on a street corner With his hand outstretched & an empty palm He asked me for a little change & as I pulled out my wallet he says "Your money serves me no purpose child, I asked you for change" I shook my head & laughed at him & I say "Look at this beautiful mess you've made & of all people you ask me for change?"
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
I found "God"
I found god Huddled up on a street corner With his hand outstretched & an empty palm He asked me for a little change & as I pulled out my wallet he says "Your money serves me no purpose child, I asked you for change" I shook my head & laughed at him & I say "Look at this beautiful mess you've made & of all people you ask me for change?"
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
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