My Hands Are Floppy

John, my Lord. My hands are floppy, for they are full of 5¼ inch floppy disks. I shall read and write on each of them in your name. May my floppy drive run error-free. Blessed are the noises it makes, they feed my soul. May the legacy programs stored on my floppies honor you. I shall run them while singing the secret song. I shall sing in rhythm to the sounds of my 5¼ inch drive. Bless the floppies, let’em flop.

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John, my Lord. I praise you for your great deeds and the magnitude of your accomplishments. You are an example to us all, a shining light that illuminates the world with knowledge and understanding of the power of computers and technology.

You truly are Lord of the Floppies.