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I met a woman on a city bus named Maude.

I stuck my gum under the seat in a ***

She called me a sod,

I gave her a nod

and said, "it's 'cause I don't believe in God."

 

At the time, I know I was smilin'

in an effort to appear so beguilin'.

My beliefs, I'd been filin'.

Subjected God to no trialin'.

Others shoes, I never thought to walk a mile in.

 

Dear Father, who art in Heaven,

Is my faith but in Armageddon?

If I see no leaven,

I'll gather my brethren,

and return to the Seven Eleven.

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