He lurks inside that black box called a computer...
When asked the meaning of life,
The google god clearly did not know,
There are so many meanings that,
My computer might in the learning process just up blow…
The google god helps in many great ways,
It can explain why we have blue sky on sunny days,
And gray skies when it does rain,
And it can tell one how much they are insane,
From drinking alcohol made from grain…
I think we're all searching for a different kind of browser - one that isn't just a clone of google. Thinking is the first step and your poem pushes us toward movement.
Charlie
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
Amazon reviewer
Always,
Deborah
Charlie
All I can say is, Google, ogle, oogle, that damn bugle--toot!
Ron
Love ya!
Jane