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TOUCH
OF THE NET
I've lost a
friend I didn't know,
The message came today,
Propelled through wires at speed of light,
From near or far away.
A noble friend, of ancient blood,
A staunch and mighty guard,
A loving comfort, hero spawn,
Fair grist for any bard.
He left behind a family
And friends to mourn his death,
She left behind a wash of tears,
As she breathed her last breath.
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A dog has died, but more than that,
A precious life
has passed.
We take them in,
they bless our lives,
Then leave us
much too fast.
God grant us
peace and mem'ries long,
Our short-lived
friends to keep,
In stories,
images, and thoughts,
To calm us as we
weep.
Now, lightning's
brother, speed my words,
Through fibers,
disks, and such.
May cold computer
magic turn
To caring, human
touch.
~ Bob
Stewart~
2/24/98
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