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I saw a little boy running across the street, He had a satchel on his back, but no shoes on his feet. Don't know what struck me, I ran from the window to the balcony, To get a better view of the child. I felt a strange pang in my heart to see him run past the shanties. My eyes followed him till he entered one of the houses with brick walls and thacthed roof. Yes, he's one those million children who still dream of school. Do you believe in angels? Well, now, I do... Yet it makes me wonder, Doesn't He deserve a good life too?
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
Doesn't He deserve a good life too?
I saw a little boy running across the street, He had a satchel on his back, but no shoes on his feet. Don't know what struck me, I ran from the window to the balcony, To get a better view of the child. I felt a strange pang in my heart to see him run past the shanties. My eyes followed him till he entered one of the houses with brick walls and thacthed roof. Yes, he's one those million children who still dream of school. Do you believe in angels? Well, now, I do... Yet it makes me wonder, Doesn't He deserve a good life too?
He isn't imaginary... I actually beheld an angel today!
nirmalee
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Indian
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
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