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Ode To My Search Engine
Ode to my search engine (Google, if you need to know) For all the things I think of, and must know, around 3 - The AM, is the best time to search, (I can’t sleep) I owe you my gratitude, and oh, so much more. You give me 500 answers to choose from, and all before 4. (Who was that actress, what show was she on?) [How many episodes, why did it air so long?] Google or Explorer, Bing, Yahoo and more, Google serves me best, if I have to keep score.) You don’t sigh or gasp at the questions I ask, or throw my phone across the floor. (Not that I have) Sometimes, when I’m searching, you help me along. you drop out suggestions, if I've spelled something wrong. If I google some music, you pull up some tunes - and play me a new list, to cause me to swoon. Ode to your knowledge and patience with me, you take me to places; I may never see. You explain the universe and the latest alien views, I know there are days, I may seem nonnative too! But no matter what, you are there by my side, saving in my history, searches I should hide: >} Never in my life would I have imagined a way, that I could get all the answers - any time, any place. So, ode to you, Google, I'm sure glad you're around, you're the easiest way to make me look smarter, I have found.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Serge McBride, The Orcan Man
My faithful followers: students, teachers, novices, and simple seekers of knowledge: below is the ancient tale of the mythical feats of Serge McBride. It is a timeless tale of derring-do fit for Hades or Zeus to mock. Tis the tale of a man blessed by the Gods with a power all his own... A blessing he turned to good use as Poseidon may attest. Tis the tale of how the undersea land of Atlantis got a mailman. Sit back, close your eyes, picture the scene as we tell the tale of Serge McBride - the man Born to Ride.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
