An Ode to Google

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Hah. Funny.

This is very creative and witty and really enjoyable. It made me chuckle. You really do have a talent.
. . . It reminds me of an ode I once read about a diccionary.
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Anyways, nice job. Keep posting!
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I thought that this was amazing, and I can totally relate. But some of the lines seemed like they were only there because they had to rhyme. Other than that, amazing. :wink:




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Awesome to see something a bit on the lighter side, I like to see randomness at times and this was definitely it! Could totally see this becoming a song sung by a ukulele player (don't ask).

Yeah, yeah, rhymes can sound forced but in this instance it adds to the little quirky charm of this poem and makes it that more lovable in my opinion. And besides, everybody seems to like it regardless! :D
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Hey, Evi!

Wow, I'm a huge fan of google, lol. This poem is so true that I'm still smiling from reading this. And like a few said though, it seems like your rhyming was forced a bit. But this is Brilliant ! Keep writing about google! :D

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Oh. My. Google. You've made my day! :P
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I'm quoting my half-awake twelve-year-old sister to start off with: "Whoever wrote that should send that in!" ;)

This is was so.. perfect (and yes, I tend to use this word a lot- But I seriously mean it!) in every way, shape, and form. I absolutely love Google, as most people do, so this immeadiately caught my eye. It was witty, flowed really well, and was just an all around fun poem to read.

To all of you writers or stylists of hair.

This was my favorite part. It was a very quirky, Dr. Seuss-like thing to add. It explained the range of Google users in a very cute way.

Flawless.

-Eme




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I love this poem, you are one of the first persons to have a steady rhythm! You should read this out loud to yourself. It sounds so good, rather like a Dr. Seuss like rhythm - It's amazing! This is really cute. You chose a topic that everyone can relate to and that you know about. I see all the time when people try to write about things they have never experienced, like love when they've never been in love, or war when they've never fought. I know I sound like I'm rambling but I really do love this poem.




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Awesome. I loved how you had all those different things like hair stylists, writers, cults, and homework help. Boy can you find it in Google.....
Your poem reads well, it's like Dr. Suess, the way I read it. It bounces! I love it :)
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I liked it. I was good. I don't think I could live without Google (or Young Writers Society). Well done and keep writing! :D
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Very nicely done, Evi. You’ve captured the heart, mind and gratitude of a generation who have been practically raised with Google. I like your style of poetry and rhyming, how you’ve managed to capture sheer gratitude and form it into easy, simple sentences which make sense, and me chuckle. :)
Keep up the good work!




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Evi!

This poem is really good. It made me laugh, it's so true. We owe everything to google! How did you come up with such an original idea? It's preeeetty smart-I like it a lot!

Your rhyming was excellent and had quite a choppy quirky pace which fitted in with the whole idea. Yo must have really thought of everything when you decided to post this.
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The words flowed well and your sense of humour was jumping of the page. I think you did a really good job of capturing how much google does for us and how much we depend on it.

Well done, another amazing work. This deserves to be featured-you made me smile.. :))
Kaka xo

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This is awesome! I agree that some of the rhyming seemed forced, but overall, it was funny and true :) Very enjoyable read.
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Wow, um. Thank you all so much for you kind words and your likes, but this thing is over two years old, and it should really stop resurrecting by now. xD Therefore, *locked*
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Hello! A light-hearted and fun poem, here. I'm unsure of the rhyming of need and fee though, and I have visions of a student doing their homework and scrubbing their back in the tub at the same time! Your rhyming was mostly good though, and it has a good, fast rhythm and sprightly tone! Well done.
Matt.



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