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What To Do With A Broken Wheel
My wheel was broken the other day. I lost it when it rolled away. It took me near three days to find it and when I did one spoke did not bind it. I sat with the wheel and wondered what to do I sat with the wheel and thought that it was through I could not bear the thought. I needed it now but there was no use. One spoke did not bind it . It was loose. So I picked up the wheel and laid it in my fathers hands I could not believe when he handed it back. The wheel looked like new! He replaced the spoke, the one that I thought was through and now thankfully on my wheel I ride I am just thankful that I had no selfish pride I handed my wheel to my father and he fixed it indeed and now I tell you to plant a seed.

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