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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required SONG OF ANALOG MAN Don't blog. Sing in analog. Log-off in space. Wasted time! In machine rhyme. Holding data in your face. Past, heart shaped locket. Present, gear and shinny sprocket. Pendulum stops in place. Time machine,speaks tick-tock. Strings and loops, in quantum flick-flock. Trying to save the human race. What's the pattern, what's the fear? To everything that we hold dear. Endless stream of one and zip. Baked in a Pi of Delta whip. Here today and gone tomorrow. Cry into your programed sorrow. You are not, Computer Ace. Find the F key, find the trouble. Hit a key, and now it's double. All else fails, report your case. Don't throw ExBasic fits here! Count the gigs to megabits dear. Do your Loop in nested trace. Forgot to multiply the chain. Did this really cook your brain? The functions solved for X and Y, thrown a curve you won't embrace. What's the pattern, what's the fear? To everything that we hold dear. Endless stream of one and zip. Baked in a Pi of Delta whip. A swirl of chips and funny numbers. Formulas, our life encumbers. Are we truly lost in place? Can we backtrack and count our fingers? Toes and noes, the feeling lingers. Of pendulums, and golden lockets, and crystals used for mama's vase. He wants a song, to strum guitar strings. Don't complicate, the how to live things. Digital, can we erase? Analog he really savors. No prologue to quantum favors. Do away and please efface! What's the pattern, what's the fear? To everything that we hold dear. Endless stream of one and zip. Baked in a Pi of Delta whip. By Edlynn Nau
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