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Our Sister Who Had No Breast

Over fury,over fright did she dwell. Under strife,under shame: who can she tell? Road thorned with scorn and mockery. She was birthed as others were, In honour,was she celebrated. Stars of beuty twinkling in her eyes, Tiled with radiance was her smile. Ears set consciously like the brick, Round waist, punched back,rolling like a steel. Wealth was to her no problem, Health,yet,was no problem. Odds of nature in her found no delight, Hacking her beautous qualities was this plight. Animals have with what to feed their offsprings, Diana had none,not even little and hollowed like a ring. Night and day did she of this weep: 'Holy Lord,Let joy to me clip'. Busty suitors had approached her frequently, Roped in by the intensity of her beauty. Elation had had her when they came: 'Ah! you have no breast?',all would say the same. She has been living without a maiden's value, Tell us please,what can we do?. 18:01:29:07:43

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