’twas brillig there in Bikram land
Hot and humid as I manned the mat,
streached and strung – out like a band,
wrecked with the wet of overwhelmed glands and that
constant voice of calm command. ..
Hot and humid as I manned the mat,
streached and strung – out like a band,
wrecked with the wet of overwhelmed glands and that
constant voice of calm command. ..
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