ping
ping in the waving of the golden leaves i notice the chill the sound of rustling and a shrill "ping" my ears search for the source piercing my reverie smoke…
ping in the waving of the golden leaves i notice the chill the sound of rustling and a shrill "ping" my ears search for the source piercing my reverie smoke…
The Last Known Poet (tweets to no one) It wasn't long before the AI crazy brought poetry back into the zeitgeist. But it was lymricks that GPT and Bard excelled…