SEO Tools Poem

August 4, 2010 – 9:43 am

I’m in my cave, and look kind of stealth
The reason is, psychologically, I’m not assertive,
It seems to me, just out of the dinosaurs of the cave,
His good sense, today, be anything but brave
But, says the tribal psychiatrist, I have to face my fears,
And free me from wood and stones and small spears,
And then I went boldly into the land of fools
And I ate quickly, because I do not have the right tools.

“You see things have not changed much,” the guardian of the sage, whispered
“Psychiatry is screws up, regardless of age or the Millennium”
He thinks the best results, and let the laughter die
“We had a plan, and how to try.”
“So they tried all kinds of weapons, all sorts of clever tricks,
But they always, as we have fun little chews,
And if they were just discouraged because they can try,
There was a large meteorite in Dinosaur disasters. ”

“It is a lesson in the parable of your cave men of old,
Do not listen to the shrinks and all that you say
Because if you are a triumph over the odds against the rules,
You need a big club or a tool optimally Century 21
We do not have dinosaurs, struggling with now,
But computers and the Internet, where things are to be fair,
So not consider your psychiatrist when problems rear their head,
Just go to see your Guru, and present the use of their tools. ”

The poem you just heard, and asked in awe,
Is an entirely new creation, not before squashed
And the Guardian a Fowler is mentioned in the pages of training,
Who uses methods a little more in line with the current time,
It can be hidden no dinosaurs on the disk,
But these days a super-virus can cause a lot of his life,
And if Google is no evidence Pterodactyl, he avoids bad connections,
And questionable linkage zones, and your ranking drops quickly.

Thus out of your cave and click on the link for the tools,
This HTML validation evil and make your site cool
This examination of the feasibility and show you where you are,
And give you support, rather than observing from a distance,
Google is the love, the more you have the right and good,
And these tools will watch anything that is not allowed
And if you are an expert, that here we never doubt
Not with psychiatric care, but in weighing technology.

One day I came out of my cave, and the animals were in shock,
Because I am not a small spear, was not prepared my flint
Had not my arrows with my bow sharpened the faithful followers,
Did not you throw a gun or a grenade Big Bad,
N I brought a massive reservoir, and if it was exaggerated,
I flattened all the bloodthirsty creatures that ever wanted me sick
And if, instead of trembling, as I from scrap
And visit expert tools, and develop your preference ranking.

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