No search is,
Too large or small,
No query,
Too hard to take,
We search away,
You correct our mistakes,
***
But There is now,
A group of adults,
Who have never had,
To hypothesise,
Before hitting shelves,
All by themselves,
To find the answers,
Without your help.
***
That’s not a bad thing,
It’s only good,
An advancement,
Of our brotherhood,
An extension,
Of our intellect,
A sharing,
Across the internet.
***
So, Happy birthday,
Dear Google,
Happy birthday to you,
May your years be many,
And your information true,
Now and forever,
May the searching improve,
And let’s not go back,
To the days of the book.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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