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April 7, 1989
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The VAX is dying, I can feel it in my bones. The VAX is dying, no more home away from home. No more a family, now more like a mall. No more a tribe, and few catch the fall. |
Perhaps it is good, no more digital dependencies. Perhaps it is good, no more talking but can not sees. The VAX is dying, surely you can tell. The VAX is dying; silence hears no sending bell. ©1989 James (Gary) Geniesse |
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