mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (04/05/84)
(sudden awareness of cosmic truth via rediscovery of forgotten implements) My tape machine rewinds itself forever: It applies endless patient torque To its quiet cargo, Day after day it works away It wears away Without complaint it performs its task; Middle technology is so calm On and on it cranks And is not cranky- And once again you must forgive a terrible joke, But that is life anyway, for us all, after all.