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67 lines
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HACKADU
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In Hackadu did Hackers Few
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An awesome program-hack command:
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Where 20, the sacred system, grew
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Through a monitor nobody knew,
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Down during the great demand.
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Always twice three months to newer release,
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With MM and EMACS to keep the peace.
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And here was software smothered by edit-line effects,
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Where many a bureaucrat sauntered across the land.
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Where MSG/TELNET/FTP were ancient as TENEX,
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Constricting winning spots into the bland.
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But oh! those abiding Hackers Few were cunning
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And lept the heights of unimaginable lossage!
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A savage place; as daemonical and sinning
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As any which plastered a screen with "%DECSYSTEM-20 NOT WINNING"
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B'fore users exhausted from the barfage!
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And from this chaos, with irresistable force,
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As if this thing were itself the source,
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A mighty idea came glistening to Hackers Fewest
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Amid whose logic the sinning 20 burst,
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With huge fragments of scheduler flung forth like rebounding netmail,
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Or chaffy words beneath the BLT's flail.
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And 'mid this stupendous destruction at once and forever
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It flung up the 20 to permanently sever.
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Pages and pages of listings the burning grew
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Through structures and directories in the Coup,
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Then reached the sources known to few,
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And slaughtered in tumult the offending mass.
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And 'mid this tumult Hackers Few heard from afar
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Ancestral systems declaring war!
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The shadows of the program-hack
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Floated strongly on the net;
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Where was heard the anguished cry of the Sack
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From which they inferred they'd win, they bet.
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A war of Hackers Few against Timesharing,
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The victim 20's ancestors battling forth with infinite daring!
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A 10 with a mighty cpu
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In this battle the Hackers Few espied.
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It was a DEC original that knew,
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That once the Hackers Few irresistibly grew,
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It would forever be banned to limbo.
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Could it wreak havoc upon the Few,
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With its powerful CPU?
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No, no, no!
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With a slice of their sword through its board,
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The Hackers Few did clobber its bagbiting cord,
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To realize the Source, the Idea, the Solution!
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And users who saw this mighty battle raging,
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Shrieked "Tsk's! Tsk's!"
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While the 10s' and 20s' flashed screens, their crashing disks!
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The Few weaved a carnage about this awful outpouring,
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And closed the 10s' and 20s' eyes,
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For the Hackers Few had earlier fed upon the lies,
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And now had drunk the milk of Personal Computing.
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Stuart McLure Cracraft
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(with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
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