My librarian,
Yes, all’s mine,
Sitting over there,
Reading, definitely wise.
My librarian,
Who helps me,
Finding — I need found,
Showing, just what I seek.
My librarian,
A wave - I shout “Yahoo!”
Hearkens to days of past,
Organized, structured too.
My librarian,
Clearly, new around here,
Finding and sharing each,
Dulcinea, my sweet love, I beg, I do beseech.
The Web Laureate is the writer of poetry embodying the web experience by one who is especially gifted in the perception and expression of the online.
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