I've tried to quote it on the forum many times from memory. I'd forgotten that it was part of my Knowledge session: Kansas City, Kansas, Trivinanand, August 1973 -- road trip from Michigan.
I vividly remember when everyone would hit the deck after Arti (and Twameva Mata... as if one stupid song wasn't enough), someone would speak a line after which everyone else would repeat it. There I was, face buried in the floor, fervently repeating it line by line. I wonder how the inmates would feel about that missing chapter.
I think about you often and always hope you're well!
Bob