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The Rime of the Ancient Moxon

In WinNT did DNA

A stately Guide-to-all decree

So Jim, the program-giver ran,

Through routines measureless to man

Down to a bugless C

So twice five files of fertile thought

To digital village were soonest wrought

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree1smiley - winkeye

And here were jokes as ancient as the hills

Enfolding sunny folks we all envy

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But oh! that deep, be-bearded hippy slanted

Off to the right at some artistic angle

Whene'er his name upon the screen is printed

A savage man! so holy and enchanted

From what I hear he makes the ladies tingle...

But in this hippy, ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if the man in fast thick pants (!) were breathing,

A lust for travel momently was forced:

And thus a bombshell of grave news has burst

Researchers come to here record their hail

Or just lament his leaving and here wail:

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It is an ancient Editor

And he stoppeth one of three

'By thy thin black beard and glittering eye

Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?'

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He holds him with his skinny hand

'A great website!' quoth he,

'Hold off, unhand me, wisp-beard loon!'

Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

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He holds him with his glittering eye

The Researcher stood still

And listens like a three years' child,

The Editor hath his will.

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'The site was cheered, the cheques were cleared

Merrily did we toil

To build a Guide that all would write,

We burned the midnight oil.'

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'And then the dotcom bubble burst

And royally f****d were we

But still we sailed our chosen course

Thanks to the BBC.'

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'At length did come an Albatross

Through the fog it came

'Moderation' it was called

We hailed it in God's name.'

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'But now I'm cussed with wander-lust

My desk I'll leave behind

To Africa the road calls me

Off site and out of mind.'

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'O sweeter than the marriage-feast

Tis sweeter far to me

To walk off now into the sun

With goodly company.'

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'Farewell, farewell! But this I tell

To thee thou Researcher:

The site's yours now, but this I trow -

Break it and I'll getcher!'

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With further profuse apologies to yer man Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

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