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Why?
On the street I saw a small girl
cold and shivering in a thin dress,
with little hope of a decent meal.
I became angry and said to God:
"Why did you permit this?
Why don't you do something
about it?"
For a while God said nothing.
That night though He replied, quite suddenly:
"I certainly did something about it.
I made you."
~Author Unknown
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