I remember after about 1990,
i was using a computer xt type, speed 1o megahertz,
screen used to burn me eyes, so i used dark glasses,
i had just put some story on the hard drive and it died,
leaving me stranded with no back up of a few hours of work...
always make a back up hey....Don
ps..S C B love the flow an rhyme of this poem..."Bumpy Cyber Space" Carol Brown
Don
Categories:
xt, adventure, me,
Form: Ballad
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Categories:
xt, life,
Form: Free verse
FATE?
Some say that retribution's fine,
high intervention seems divine.
The spark of lightning's suffered break,
no satisfaction do I take,
coincidence doth make this rhyme.
by vk4pr Don
Or how a knockers early 1990 8088, 10 megahertz computer got scorched
by lightening years ago when i was using Ham radio
a bit more often
Carolyn,
poor ole radio sits alone,
used to talk to my dad on it, i own,
recorded his stories on an ole reel tape,
perhaps frequency movie i can ape,
hope ya healthy happy babe, a going,
johnsons gone so hold the phone:)
on ya baba, love....Don
John Smith,
I annoyed a Ham, lightening hit his antennae mast,
scorched his modem and toway radio,what a blast,
jumped into the old xt computer box,
an blue the bejesus out of its socks,
onetimes not:)
MORAL don't pick on poor ole johnson:(
Categories:
xt, adventure, computer, , fate,
Form: Ballad