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A thousand bowies and `toothpicks' answer.

Upon Waking

by Ngakpa Namgyal Rangdröl Ga-tak Dorje

E Ma Ho - DoKhyentsé Yeshé Dorje's growl rolls out across raging ocean
Lashes Namgyal across the face like wind-whipped hair from far as Neptune
His Vajra cannon booms: "You have no idea who your Lamas are!"
Fire blazes outta the barrel and acrid cordite stings Namgyal's eyes
And he cries "Whaddo-I-do? Whaddo-I-do? Whaddo-I-do?"
""Do" is a weak verb. " Intones the vajra general as he inspects the troops
Igniting spectacular hédéwa of Lamas' auspicious life circumstances display
Shocks Namgyal into recognising fact that all he needs is the right question.
From outta the dense smoke JB Hood yells "Give 'em some steel, boys."
And a 1000 bowies and `toothpicks' answer, reflecting morning sun.
Sky King screams: "Where we frum boys!" and is answered: "Arkansas^*!"
Namgyal has no idea where he's frum but charges anyway - with no idea -
Headlong into seething mass of blue - terrified but not afraid. Yee-haw!

* [Arkansas is nicknamed "The Natural State"-Ed.]

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