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As I move on the streets of Mangalore city on the west seafront, It is an afternoon and the sun is starkly overhead, Burning, roasting in the hot-dry sky of May. While en route the beach I passed from a really silent street, Then I pass from the side of the Rosario Cathedral, The only person I notice was a young vendor. The vendor is a little girl who looked determined to empty her stock, I peered into her basket and was pleased to see in it, Even today I believe she sits there by the street. Sitting in the rain or in the harsh, merciless sun she prays to the God, Just back to her the church apparently has some priority line to Him, She bribes Him a beautiful sea shell or two if He sends some buyers... Though I do not need any sea shells, but I still go and spare a look, I choose a pair of green sea shells and pay her for it, Because she sells the sea shells by the street side.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
She Sells The Sea Shells By The Street Side
I’m the hot dog man! x3 I put my sausage on your roll ! I put my sausage in your roll ! x2 Yeh! I can go all night long; Singing this crazy song, Put my sausage on your roll, I’ll put my sausage in your roll, I’ll be your hot dog man, You can be the hot dog stand, I’ll put my onions on your roll, Put my mustard in your hole. Yeh! I’ll be your jelly! x3 I put my jelly on your roll ! I put my jelly in your roll ! x2 Yeh! I can go all night long; Singing this crazy song, Put my jelly on your roll, I’ll put my jelly in your roll, I’ll be your jelly, You can be my sweet confection Jenny, I’ll put my sugar on your roll, Put my cream in your hole. I’m the hot dog man ! I’ll be your jelly ! I’m the hot dog man ! I’ll be your jelly ! Jenny !
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
The hot dog man