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Subject: Poem: Homeward Bound / Computer Lingo
Date: Thu, 4 Mar 1999 16:33:51 -0800
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From: Rhonda Steiner
To: heb_roots_chr@geocities.com
Subject: Poem: Homeward Bound

Poem
Homeward Bound

There's a city of gold, transparent as glass
All things are new, the old have passed
There's no more tears, there's no more sorrow
You don't have to worry about tomorrow

There's no need for tears, cause there's no pain
It was Jesus' blood that washed my stain
I rejected satan and rejected sin
This is one battle that I SHALL win

My God, your glory outshines the sun
Alpha, Omega, the Three in One
Life's crystal river flows from your throne
I feast on your covenant, I'll never be alone

Praise the Lord, I'm homeward bound
The angels chorus tis the only sound
I'm coming home, New Jerusalem bound
I once was lost, praise God, I'm found

by Jim Holmes
in GCN Chat

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From: Michael Oyler
To: heb_roots_chr@geocities.com
Subject: Computer Lingo

Remember When ...

A computer was something on TV,
from a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean...
And ram was the cousin of a goat....

Meg was the name of my girlfriend,
and gig was a job for the nights.
Now they all mean different things
and that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment.
A program was a TV show.
A cursor used profanity.
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age.
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3 1/2" floppy
you hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
you'd be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to the fire.
Hard drive was a long trip on the road.
A mousepad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife
paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home.
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they wish they were dead.

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