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The Imbolc for Dim Folk  
 
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O Brigid, Nordic goddess true of smiths,  
unlike the Hebrew-Christian smith-god myths,  
I honor thee for sending me the bill,  
though thou hast failed to send the anvil still;  
and please, O midwife sensible of storks,  
since birthing forty brats, I need those corks,  
besides, O idol handy with a ewe,  
those healing creams for clotted hemorrhoids blue;  
plus yet, O simple mistress of the home,  
my widespread hips could use a hippodrome,  
while too, O martial patroness of war,  
a Glock might help defend my hoo-hoo sore --  
oh, yeah, and I repeat, O muse divine,  
no festive line should end with "asinine"  . . .  
 
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