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Bart and the Unhappy 2 Poem

 Chili's nightmare happened between 2 women. 

Hysteria and sickness

Their influence permeated the sidewalk and looked like cess-dross and sickness.  The Shambhala Sun and Bodhisattva were particularly important as I tried to knock on their door to quit the spectrum of projectile vomiting; their strange idea. As these two women were locked in the home, the tree in their front yard was practically damaged skin. He luckily broke up the problem with better abatement, minus the encroaching heap of moss that was spider-ridden, later by my auntie.  The rain---- a cleansing element of rudiment was finally appearing after they had Sat normally on the same couch. This Lapham phobe is only very particular with the spies he hires for their company. 

Whence there are enough particles of zazen-poised Compassionioueires there is skill.

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