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It was Sunday
the day was
cold,
She came to
my door
I was told.

She needed
someone
to take care,
like running a
comb
through her
hair.

A warm bath,
cozy bed
after she
had been fed.

As I touched
her tiny face,
I felt God
giving me
grace.

This little girl
lives with
me
Her name is
on my
family tree.

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