“Do you not wish to renounce the Devil?”
Asked a good priest of a woman of evil
Who had so many sins that every year
They cost her endless remorse and fear.
“I wish to renounce him forever,” she said,
“But that I may lose every urge to be bad,
Before pure grace takes me in hand,
Shouldn't I show my daughter how to get a man?”
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