On the way home from Church, Little Johnny asked his mother, “Is it true, Mom, that we are made of dust?”
“Yes, Darling.”
“And do we go back to dust again when we die?”
“Yes, Dear.”
“Well, Mom, when I said my prayers last night and looked under the bed, I found someone who is either coming or going.”
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Maid Dust
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