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From: rosso@sco.COM (Ross Oliver)
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Subject: Re: Poem: The Last Bug
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Date: 12 Feb 91 21:49:19 GMT
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In article <1991Feb04.171232.16218@u30003.rsv.svskt.se> tomas@u30003.rsv.svskt.se (Tomas Ruden) writes:
>
>A couple of years ago I saw a poem called "The Last Bug". The two first
>lines was:
>
>	But you're out of your mind, they said with a shrug
>	The custumer's happy with one little bug



                "But you're out of your mind,"
                They said with a shrug.
                The customer's happy,
                What's one little bug?

                But he was determined,
                The others went home,
                He spread out the program,
                Deserted, alone.

                The cleaning men came, the
                Whole room was cluttered
                With core dumps and punch cards.
                "I'm so close," he muttered.

                The mumbling got louder,
                "Simple deduction,
                I've got it, all right!
                Just change one instruction!"

                It still wasn't perfect
                As year followed year,
                And strangers would comment
                "Is that guy still here?"

                He died at the console
                Of hunger and thirst
                The next day he was buried,
                Face-down, nine-edge first.

                And the last bug in sight,
                An ant passing by,
                Saluted his tombstone,
                And whispered, "Nice try!"