41 lines
881 B
Plaintext
41 lines
881 B
Plaintext
Dover, oh Dover, arisen from dead.
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Dover, oh Dover, awoken from bed.
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Dover, oh Dover, welcome back to the Lab.
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Dover, oh Dover, we've missed your clean hand...
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And now your toner's toney,
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And your paper near pure white,
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The smudges on your soul are gone
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And your output's clean as light..
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We've labored with your father,
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The venerable XGP,
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But his slow artistic hand,
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Lacks your clean velocity.
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Theses and papers
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And code in a queue
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Dover, oh Dover,
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We've been waiting for you.
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Disk blocks aplenty
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Await your laser drawn lines,
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Your intricate fonts,
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Your pictures and signs.
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Your amputative absence
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Has made the Ten dumb,
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Without you, Dover,
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We're system untounged-
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DRAW Plots and TEXage
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Have been biding their time,
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With LISP code and programs,
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And this crufty rhyme.
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Dover, oh Dover,
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We welcome you back,
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Though still you may jam,
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You're on the right track.
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-KWH 6/14/81 |