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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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m0ldylungs
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Jun 3, 2013
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