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Scientific American
Copyright (c) 1994 Apple Users' Group, Sydney
Republished from Applecations, a publication of the Apple Users' Group, Sydney, Australia.
My Apple's screen is nothing like the Sun;
The Cray is faster far on problems big:
If Apple pleasant be, th'Atari is more fun;
If wires be hairs, her circuits are a wig:
I have seen pixels dancing, red green blue,
But no such pixels see I on her tube;
And mainframes dance a logic far more true
Than in my Apple's tiny crystal cube.
I love to watch her print, yet well I know
That line printers hasten with more speed;
I grant I never saw a virtual process go,
My Apple, when it works, does in small steps proceed;
And yet, by heaven, I think my judgement sound
As any computation she has found.
Published in Scientific American, June 1989

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