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%% A sonnet dedicated to an unnamed Collective employee.
%% Can you guess who is the object of this ode?
%% Poetry by Carol Lin, typeset by Aleks Navratil
\documentclass[10pt,letterpaper]{article}
\usepackage{microtype}
\usepackage{times}
\begin{document}
\begin{centering}
{\Huge Re: Mobile Zips Needed tv.133} \vspace{.5cm}
{\large (a sonnet dedicated to an unnamed Collective employee)} \vspace{.5cm}
\emph{\large by Carol Lin} \vspace{1cm}
{
\Large
\noindent The throne of knowledge lies inside his head, \\
Amid those dusty shelves of memory; \\
While Collective hangs upon a fraying thread, \\
His wisdom carries through its history; \\
For knowledge is but cleverness of art, \\
A skill to comfort, ease, simplicity, \\
While analytics 'tis core to Collective's heart, \\
The will to push through others' stupidity, \\
Is a price that comes with high cost; \\
His cheeky wisdom is a certainty, \\
We can trust the data will not be lost, \\
So dear is this severe commodity, \\
My wish for his wisdom has a price \\
For I must deal with his snarky vice! \\
}
\end{centering}
\end{document}