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the magic form
the work is done and the system works.
long days and nights are all done.
the tests are finished, the job tidied up.
the aircraft is ready to fly.
but the inspector says "hold it",
with an expression most dour,
and gloom all over his face,
he asks for the necessary form.
the form he describes is printed in gold.
Ii's recently published, and glows in the dark.
it's signed by god, and endorsed to be true.
no form - and nothing will fly.
no wonder he's gloomy, there is no such form.
and we panic and think we are doomed.
but the engineer smiles, and nods his bald head.
not a problem says he, "i'll bring it right by".
for in his computer, quite deep in its bowels,
he keeps the most wonderful form.
it's empty and plain, and looks quite authentic.
and whatever he wants, it declares. |
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july 2006 elias 