Dyslexic cow.


She did not know she got it wrong,
when she learned to meditate.
She assumed the OM, was meant for her,
fated in a way,
with her a clear natural.

She took to it, vocally prepared,
and eagerly embraced the chanting,
it was the sitting cross-legged
that gave her the most difficulty.

(You may recall miss Moo Moo, from a previous poem)

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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