Jerry poem

3.5 floopy

By:  Jerry Cook… May 30.2025

3.5 Floppy

For decades I lay in silent sleep

A floppy bound in a red plastic like a fox

Holding great mysteries time would keep

Until I was discovered in a brown box

My Treasure bore no weight nor sound

Yet light pulsed within my shell

Waiting ‘til the day I was found

For truth to rise up Jacobs’ Well

The sweet sister that wrote your data

The words within your fragile partition

A treasure of Gold better than any programata

The Holy Ghost can now teach sanctification

And now new wine is loosed at last

The saints may drink it very fast

No longer hidden, no longer lost

Now comes the likes of Pentecost