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King of Pops Grace

The little girl has her popsicle.

Strawberry lemonade.

She won’t share.

Can’t I have a taste?, Mommy whines;

her wallet is now empty.

A young man is selling hot dogs.

They’ve never met, but he has noticed:

Hey, go and tell Brianna that this King of Pops is on me.

He puts out his hand.

My name is James.

She feels a bit surprised-

then undeserving and suspicious.

Is anything in this world ever free?

But a frozen piece of pumpkin pie has her name on it,

and now it’s for the taking.

Mouth-watering goodness.

She comes back to show him.

Thanks so much, James!, 

is her exclamation of gratitude,

and next week she’ll be back.

She may even buy a hot dog.

Grace is irresistible like that.

 

 

 

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