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The Alchemist's Apprentice
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The Alchemist's Apprentice

Poem By George Hinshaw

We almost found the elixir of life
(Actually, ours was closer to a beaker of bock),
And the philosopher's stone
(Well, maybe more like a pet rock).
We checked out the Garden of the Hesperides--
you know, those (Grimes?) golden apples,
Guarded by the dragon, Ladon?
But we found the answer in this:
"A word fitly spoken
Is like apples of gold."
A revelation, . . but can we peel it?


Some say we have discovered the tao of technology,
Some say we have conquered it!
Others say we have lit the candle of ambiguity . . .
So what else is new?

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