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Everything is the perfect lover, true
Her nodes so fair, her write-ups fine and firm
Hard-linking all night long, till fingers blue
Happily I'm infected with her germ
I brush her text with keys and tags and time
She shudders as I vote her up again
My skills will make her own knowledge sublime
My keyboard, mightier than sword or pen
Unless I do write her words infernal
The things I write her remain eternal