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He had been crying. He pretended that He had been sleeping and had awaken when I arrived. I told Him not to worry that His secret was safe with me.</p><p id="9f6d">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="0799">If you enjoyed this poem, you might like:</p><div id="43cf" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/awareness-c8d027e5a163"> <div> <div
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God went biking today and could not find His way home. I found Him hiding behind an oak tree in a neighbor’s yard. I could tell that He had been crying. He pretended that He had been sleeping and had awaken when I arrived. I told Him not to worry that His secret was safe with me.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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