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Odds Bodkins
stupid saying
donkey braying ~
or someone praying
'Tis not for me
to judge my fellow
All I know's ~
'Tis a mighty bellow
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We cowboys on this side of the pond
Get out of bed with boots and spurs on
To ride our bucking bronco golden stallions
As you mount your nags on the weak side of the ocean
Yes, we snicker as you call elevators 'lifts'
And your truckers call a semi a 'lorry'
But daring to call a cop or a smokey a 'bobby' ~
Odds bodkins, bloke! Please say that you're sorry!
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Eureka! I think I have found the meaning!
Thank God! Because it's so late in the evening
Criminy! I just forgot what I was thinking
Odds and Bodkins! If I only had an inkling
Holy Cow! What an awesome revelation!
After so much prayer and supplication
Jumping Jehoshaphat! It's gone again
I was almost enlightened; about to transcend
Damn this transitory satori, damn this fleeting glance
Arms akimbo while I stand in reverie and trance
I can't grasp it long enough for it to take hold
Manifold instances and myriad thresholds
Gazing into the ether and staring into quintessence
The Prototype welcomes me into The Presence
There is a radiance I can't see the start or the end of
The only thing said to me was a transmogrifying "Love."
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