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St. Anthony

He was the best hide and seek

Player in the

Second grade

There were whispers

Rumors

He could beat the 5th and 6th

Graders

Nothing was ever lost to him

But time spent

And that was worth it

 

I hid and

When he found me I told all his classmates that he had stolen my lunch money.

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Written by
holly-salvatore
American
Published
Aug 27, 2013
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St. Anthony is the patron saint of lost people and finding things.

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