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I pray every night. My mother used to hear my prayers every bedtime.
Gentle Jesus meek and mild,
look upon a little child,
pity my simplicity,
suffer me to come to thee.
Please Jesus make me a good girl.
Amen
I like the story of the little girl who thought Plicity was a place mice lived in, and didn’t like very much, so she prayed
Pity mice in Plicity.
