Eternal Bootcamp of the Monitor

Once upon a midnight stupor, while I browsed naive and unsure, Over many potent

and endless volumes of dark roasted brew, While I searched, carefully mapping,

hearing only the endless tapping, As some gentle melody rapping, rapping upon my

Acer Two. Tis some site, I muttered with delight, tapping upon my

keyboard. Quote the Google and nothing more. Ah, instinctly I would

enter, in the black box center, Each separate sentence ender,

wrought its postings upon the glass. Wearily I worked thru dawn, vainly I searched

along, From thy ebook surplus and blogs. Blogs for memoirs of the past,