Then succoured her with hawking from street bazaar to a watermelon merchant ,
Now does she guffaw her gory annals with.bittersweet memoirs
And the lion's heart in big bang iconoclastic retaliation that took abesi land by storm,
In a yawl that was tanked at abesi's shore thus she began to recount childhood memoirs:
"Did remorse you into monastery pinched by featherbrained misdemeanor?
Nope!
Had I not servile them too in my childhood dancing to the embryo of mother's tie in the nunnery?
Troubadours,chanteuse,warblers,soloists,songsters,vocalists,minstrels,serenaders,chanters,yodelers,
Frolic the monastery pitched her with wax to minstrel be"
"Why did she leave the monastery as celibate?"
"She became merchant when mine time erupted to cool the warm earth
From the foundry of her womb"
"Which trade?"
"Watermelon!"
"Good but the eases working perfectly now"
"Did I not tell you so?"
"I think so"
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