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Various poems dedicated to Jimbo Wales

The World is a Parliament with 7 billion seats,
Thanks to Jimbo Wales and his amazing feat.
We all have a say at the end of the day,
Even if we're just a random number editing a street.
It's a Wiki world Jimmy says, so let's give him a cheer,
Hip hip Hooray! Thank you Jimbo for my seat!

Jimbo Wales is my friend
I don't even know where to begin,
and even though we've never met
his works with Misplaced Pages will hopefully never end

In search of knowledge, I found my home
In the wiki world I'm never alone
I found a place thats kind to me
In the wiki world I'm truely free
I'm a wikipedian all the way to the bone
With Jimbo Wales I'm never alone

Cyberspace sometimes is scary
In fact, it even gets hairy
But Misplaced Pages is cool
I wrote a page 'bout my school
And Jimbo is not just contrary

Jimbo wales is pretty rad
Misplaced Pages is far from bad'
He even lets us edit his user space
telling old school encyclopedias: "in your face"
i hope this poem makes him glad

Jimbo Wales is really couth
He's a great guy online, forsooth
'Cause he made Misplaced Pages
It's not a sticky-pedia
And that's the Wikitruth!

All over the world, people cheer
Misplaced Pages is Wikihere
Tell the Wikitruth, it's Wikitastic
Everyone here is so bombastic
So let's all jump and Wikicheer
Jimbo Wales is a pioneer!

jimmy:
like in sensuality, only in this we seek
the proliferation of information
subjugation, as principle: laughed, she did,
over protest, she still laughs.
like a finger tracing the surface, not
it's always so permissable.

Marks on a window like slate on ice
Who are we?
Where are we going?
The voices raise
Dark howls across my soul
Like a traffic cone at night
Misplaced Pages and Jimbo Wales Number 1!