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To the left of kathmandu
sat a man bereft one shoe,
was one sandal shod
so he said to God
"oh Lord this just won't do,
I've holed my soul
and my begging bowl
has up n now gone missin,
and it's my mishap
that I've trod in crap,
and I've got no pot
to piss in".
Obadiah.
Maybe, just maybe
movement,
space and
matter
rolled up in a little ball
are tucked away,
in a corner of the multiverse
Left alone to find
thier own unique expression
As they grow into conciousness
And are displayed in thier innocence
As children of thier higher power!
Maybe,
movement,
space and
matter
rolled up in a tiny ball
are tucked away,
in a corner of the universe
Left in pools of
pure intelligence
free to choose,
what they'll become!
Maybe, just maybe
movement,
space and
matter
rolled up in a little ball
are tucked away,
in a corner of the multiverse
Left alone to find
thier own unique expression
As they grow into conciousness
And are displayed in thier innocence
As children of thier higher power!
