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Call me Dr. Foster

Dr. Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain
He stepped in a puddle
Right up to his middle
And never went there again!
I came here to Gloucester last night.
I am off to Hereford to a Vipassana meditation course--if you're interested you can look up what I'm doing here Feb. 26 to March 8:
https://uk.dhamma.org/courses/10-day-courses/
https://www.dhamma.org/en/schedules/schdipa

No contact with me for 10 days!

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