Shall I compare thee to a proper backup?
Thou art more lonely and more disparate.
The tape rewinds as I lift my coffee cup,
And GitLab’s data hath all too short a fate.
Sometime too hot the scripts of admin shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal data shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall cockups brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as Git can clone, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
~ William Websphere