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BROTHER GRINN: What does it say about a man who lies prone and spits at the sky, Brother Grinn?

BROTHER GRINN: Washing his family’s dirty linen, a fool, in public, Brother Grinn.

BROTHER GRINN: Nope!

BROTHER GRINN: Clearing his throat, he is, Brother Grinn.

BROTHER GRINN: Nope!

BROTHER GRINN: Dreaming, but a whale, he is, Brother Grinn.

BROTHER GRINN: Nope!

BROTHER GRINN: Big-time rain-maker, he is, Brother Grinn.

BROTHER GRINN: Nope!

BROTHER GRINN: Small-time rain-maker, he is, Brother Grinn?

BROTHER GRINN: Nope!

BROTHER GRINN: Never a rain-maker, he is, Brother Grinn?

BROTHER GRINN: Sigh! Nope!

BROTHER GRINN: Ah-huh! An archerfish, he is, dreams the man, Brother Grinn.

BROTHER GRINN: Watched NatGeo did you, Brother Grinn? But, nope!

BROTHER GRINN: In the south pole, he lives and sees new perspective, Brother Grinn.

BROTHER GRINN: Bingo!

BROTHER GRINN: There, never did go, I, Brother Grinn. And Bin, my name, is not.

BROTHER GRINN: Sigh! And we invite our readers to contribute their take on what that guy is trying to accomplish.

BROTHER GRINN: Good idea, that is, Brother Grinn. For soup to spoil, many cooks, we need.

BROTHER GRINN: Sigh! Is there a law against strangling pseudo monks?

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