Made me do it, anastrophic did.

Starry Google

Starry, starry search
Paint your logo yellow, blue and gray
Look out on a late March day
With eyes that know the darkness of my search
Monitor shadows like a birch --
I'll get some Windex cleaning fast
Catch the breeze as I wipe past
A kaleidoscope until the wetness dries

For Google could not find you
But still their search was true
And when no hope was left onsite
On that starry, starry night
I gave it up --
Web junkies often do

But I could have told you, Google
My search was never meant for one as Vincentlike as you


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