Fro Zen Dreams
i'm not
a popsicle
i'm out of the
life cycle and
now one with
the universe
and now for the
world of sports
we take you to
the Himalayas
for the outdoor
wet blanket
covered
meditating
monk
championships
and on the
other side of
the world we
go to New
York City
for who can
eat the most
hot dogs in
the least
amount
of time but now
there's a time
out for out on
the playing
field
an orange robed
monk has walked
up to the vendor
of this event
and has stated he'd
like one with everything
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