oh man it is logan couch's kicka** website
I met a traveller from an antique site
Who said: Two vasts and styleless strings of text
sit on a website, near them, in the code,
half sunk, a broken hyperlink lies, who's design
and the construction gifs of misplaced hope
tell that it's designer well those passons read
Which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless pages,
the keys that typed them and the server that hosts.
And on the index page, these strings appear:
< DOCTYPE HTML! > < HTML > , < BODY >
< p > My name is Geocities, website of websites!
look upon my webrings, ye Mighty, and despair!
< / p >
Nothing besides remains. Round the decay
of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
the web 1.0 sands stretch far away.