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gilded frescos behind
tapestries, draped
clung'd to th' ceiling
a velvet carpet
twinged with ribbons
here she was, in the great
in the great
in the great
hall of grand compassion
the disciples of compassion stood
in their alcoves
in their nooks
in their alcoves
waiting
waiting to empathize
with her,
with you,
with him or her
the statues, the paintings
she took it all in,
with a breath
with a wisp of inhaled oxyonitrate mix
her life swirled
in her mind
the joy and the pain
the agonies and the esc-key presses
with a gasp, she collapsed
onto her knees
weeping
tears a-flow'ng
the disciples came
from their nooks
from their crannies
they lifted her
by the arms
and forced her from the hall
out into the streaming sunlight
they shut door behind her
while she stood outside, stun'd
turning, she tried to open
the doors to the hall of great compassion
but the disciples had called
the acolytes
to come and barricade the door
she frowned, and began to circle
the hall of great compassion
built with brick and mortar
she gave the wall
of the hall
a kick to the brick
then, there,
for her eyes only
a secret passage
revealed itself
but she stomped away,
and wrote a letter
the next day
"dear disciples of the hall of great compassion,
"it was very rude the way you forcibly removed me out yesterday. i was mad and i kicked your wall and i found a secret passage but guess what? huh? guess what?
"i did not *use* the secret passage, because you are a bunch of stupid APES. you are punctilious BRUTS.
"however, i have decided to forget the whole matter; apparently i just reached level 6963 and now have 64,754,86 hit points.
"besides, i know the location of the_corridors_of_super_gracefulness. so there!
"sincerely,
Mrs. McVildernook"
the acolytes,
the disciples,
the paragons
of great compassion's hall
read this letter
and wept
oh,
how they loved Mrs. McVildernook!
fortune,
pendulum of chanciness,
smiled then, 'pon the acolytes
the disciples
the acolytes
Mrs. McVildernook
carried not grudges;
she was back again,
one month later
it seems that she
has allergries
and grudges
make her sneeze
and grudges
make her barbeque things
and grudges
ruin her enjoyment of orgasms
let this
be a lesson to you
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