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Jesus and the Watermelon Seed

I remember when I was very young, and the promise had not been made yet. I hadn’t realised that stealing was wrong, So I stole a dime from my Mother’s purse. She said that every time a girl steals, It makes the baby Jesus cry, And she sent me to my room, Where I realised the promise had been broken. “ While you are there you can pray, Pray to Gentle Jesus to forgive you.” In my room I explained to God, That I stole the dime so I could buy watermelon. I hid the Watermelon under my bed. After a while I started eating some and a small Watermelon seed got stuck in my throat. My mother heard me choking and rushed me to hospital. She cried , like the baby Jesus and I prayed to her to forgive me.

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