SKEETER: About our determination to make cards to send...
"The Macware for we sent away,
Did not come again today.
And might not ere upon the morrow.
We'll waste no time in petty sorrow...
But haste the old PC to rise,
We'll set it up again, dear guys.
An old familiar keyboard ring
Oh PC, how "of thee" we'll sing.
One last time into the breech,
that Mac,; we one last time will teach.
That there is still a value yet
the PC with good cards shall get...
The holiday in spirit rise,
In one last gasp we must surmise,
When one last greeting we will say
Hurray! PC made cards today.
Skeeter, The Troobador, Poet L'Anguidoc
Raises paw and says, "I still got it"...