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Poetry #207
(published December 30, 2004)
by Papa Osmubal
And so I finally stood in a court
where God is the Judge.
When given the opportunity to talk
I told Him and His holy Jury I spent
all my life trying to find my real self,
and in the process I might have,
in one way or another, done
the alleged offences I am accused of.
And I was acquitted:
on the ground of severe insanity.

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