Tis the time of the day
When the mind goes awry
Pray my fingers are steady
as they dance the following medley :

Our Boss a nice chap for sure
and happy is he today
But the morrow I dread in fear
Bad news may be on the way

OBIS is here and gone
Like the wind it has lost its trace
New toys are now born
with ever new enchanting face

So, dont beat your OBIS drum
or linger on it's spell
Time robs the glitter some
Only memories are left to tell

So take heed, some people say
"This too, will Pass"
The rose that blooms today
will tomorrow scatter to dust !

Pin your hopes on that which is REAL
And let loose your sail to wind
Lift the anchor, lighten the bale
and you will surely win
                                              -ABA

(OBIS - Open Business Information System. 
A project I worked on with a few friends. 
The above poem  is a joke about how the 
success of the project will, in time, 
be forgotten).

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