one fine
day a miracle appeared to one who had nothing
A plum of
ripe was indeed a sniggle present for the stealing
But it
appeared too small even for a ragged beggar's heart
Why this
easy and gracious gift from the Gods was not good enough
Became a
mystery and laughing oddity in all the village
Who does
this thief who look upon himself with the utmost superior smirk
think he is
Left five
gold nuggets in plain sight and left a note that said "I cannot"
When
sighted the owner said "praise be" for indeed this thief is quite the
character
is he not
Ungrateful
is what the other thieves said and closed their mouths to him and looked the
other way
from him
For is he a
thief or not?
By Felicia
McCaw
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