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The March

As we looked into the distance, we saw the billowing clouds of dust at the place where the highway met the horizon.

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Exlaxi

There is not much to say at that point in the project when expectations are tempered with reality and a scapegoeat is sought. Marketing will blame Engineering, Engineering will blame Software, Software will blame Sales. It is then that a Diagnostic Manager is recruited to provide top management with an animal to lay hands upon.

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The Dungeon Master

“Welcome to Erratic Computers, may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Mike Droop.”

“That’s ‘Duke’.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. ‘Duke’.” 

“You may have a chair. It will only be a minute.”

“Thank you.”

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Habamus Janitorum

It was early in the morning when Sven Svensen entered the Sistine Chapel to clean the floor. After a few minutes of mopping, Sven stared at the ceiling and admired the 500-year-old works of Michelangelo depicting many scenes from the Bible.

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Sven at Work: A Christmas Tale

Sven bar Sven swept the wood floors of Bethlehem’s Hanukah Inn, trying to keep pace with the flood of people who had returned to their hometown for the Census. The Roman Emperor Caesar Augustus had ordered all of the citizens of  Israel to be counted so he could keep better track of them. Israelites from all over the region were returning to the cities where their families had originated and Bethlehem was no exception.

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The Sand Sailer

Part 1

The autumn had been long and dry. The winds had rushed in from the South, parching the only arable land, leaving a scant harvest. But it would do. The food would last until early summer; and, with a little extra work in the spring, they would survive.

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English 113X

. . . Mr. Tweedledum?

Here.

Ms. Verbose?

Here.

Mr. Zeus?

Here.

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When He Was Young

When he was young,
He’d dream
Of fair ones few
With far felt minds
And locks of sunlight’s dew.

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It Must Be Great To Be A Bird

It must be great to be a bird,
To sail upon the open wind,
To glide upon the hidden sea,
And spread your wings through gales of dreams.
It must be great to be a bird.

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Amish Town

They said that the town was named after a bull — probably a bull buffalo that roamed the English River valley many moons before the white man arrived. Then came the age of the iron horse and, because of its location near the river, the tracks were laid and Kalona became a prosperous stop on the network of the steel and steam that stretched across the Midwest and helped to make it the bread basket of the world.