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A MONK AND A VAMP

A monk was concentrating upon God

In front of a vamp’s house

Whenever a visitor came

He would pick up a stone and threw it

 

Years rolled on and the stones piled up

The monk became old and the vamp sick

There was a huge heap of stones

The monk would look at it in surprise

 

The dooms day arrived

The monk was sent to hell

And the vamp to heaven

What a Paradoxical judgement!

 

The monk asked God

“Why did you send me to hell

And the vamp to heaven”?

God replied,” you concentrated on her fraud

But she concentrated on God.

She dedicated her soul to me

And only her body to the visitors”

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Written by
jvl-narasimha-rao
Indian
Published
Dec 27, 2010
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