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I Love Michigan

A couple of cute items. CHAR
Subject: Fw: Michigan & Computer
Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 20:01:10 -0500
From: "James Burk" <jrburk@avci.net>
To: "Dave & Charlene Burk" <cdburk@cris.com>,
     "Judy Hartzell" <cassidyhartzell@mail.tds.net>,
     "Chuck & Kelly Hendrick" <hendrick@avci.net>,
     "Mike & Kim Affer" <k_affer@yahoo.com>

----- Original Message -----
From: Rose
To: Pam Ross ; James Burk ; Dale Davis ; Cindy Barrow ; Charlotte
Sent: Tuesday, January 16, 2001 8:15 AM
Subject: Fw: Michigan & Computer

When it's Christmas time in Michigan,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour,
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Michigan
'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of Christmas air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave Michigan
My feet are frozen to the ground!

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 father 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-in. 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 mouse pad 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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