Where God Ain't

He was just a little lad and on the week's first day he was wandering home from Sunday School and dawdling on the way.

He scuffed his shoes into the grass he found a caterpillar he found a fluffy milkweed pot and blew out all the "filler."

A bird's nest in a tree o'er head so wisely placed on high was just another wonder that caught his eager eye. A neighbor watched his zigzag course and hailed him from the lawn asked him where he'd been that day and what was going on? "I've been to Sunday School," he said and turned a piece of sod he picked up a wiggly worm and said, "I've learned a lot of God."

"M'm, a very fine way," the neighbor said "for a boy to spend his time. If you'll tell me where God is, I’ll give you a brand new dime." Quick as a flash, his answer came nor was his accents faint "I'll give you a dollar, mister if you'll tell me where God ain't!"

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