Tag: aiart
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Reins
A white pony and a dark horse Met in a field of green They came from different worlds But they shared a common dream They wanted to run free and wild Across the hills and plains They wanted to feel the wind and sun And not the ropes and reins They became friends and partners…
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Lazers
We dance to music and lights in the countrysideA pyramid stage and lazers over night time bocageWe feel alive and free under the starry skyThe beats and melodies fill our hearts with prideWe sing along and sway with every passageWe dance to music and lights in the countrysideThe colors and patterns dazzle our eyes wideWe…
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Man
Okay, I will try to write a villanelle poem about the Long Man of Wilmington chalk figure walking away. Here is what I came up with:He stands on Windover Hill so tallA giant carved from ancient chalkBut what if he decides to walk?He holds two staves, a mystery allSome say he’s old, some say he’s…
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Battle
The Bayeux Tapestry is a medieval embroidery that shows the Norman Conquest of England in 1066. It is about 70 meters long and 50 cm high, and it has more than 70 scenes with Latin captions. It was probably commissioned by Bishop Odo of Bayeux, half-brother of William the Conqueror. Embroidered story In the year of one…
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Fruit
Hummingbird cake First time using the new Bing Chat AI search feature.Can you tell me a bit about hummingbird cake?Sure. Hummingbird cake is a moist and fruity cake that originated in Jamaica but became popular in the Southern United States.. It typically contains bananas, pineapple, pecans, cinnamon and cream cheese icing. It’s named after the island’s national bird,…
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Garden
Amidst a sea of hardened stone, A garden blooms with colors known, As wallflowers and forget-me-nots, Are planted with hope, in tiny pots.The air is filled with sweet perfume, Of blossoms bursting into bloom, And petals dancing in the breeze, As if to put our hearts at ease.Each rock and pebble takes its place, In…
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Jackdaw
On the globe there sits a cat,Surveying all the world like that,Purring softly as it dreams,Of places far beyond our streams.Perched upon the dolls house high,A jackdaw caws into the sky,Flapping wings of black and blue,A regal bird with much to do.The cat and bird, they seem so still,Yet in their minds they roam at…
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Repair
A motorcycle old and worn, Once a thing of pride and scorn, Sits in pieces on the floor, Its engine silent, heart no more.But in the hands of one who knows, A skilled mechanic, the engine glows, With wrench and hammer, skillful art, The motorcycle mends, a work of heart.Each bolt, each screw, each wire…
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Bookshop
In the heart of town, down a quiet street, There stands a shop, a hidden treat. Its shelves are lined with books so old, Their stories and secrets, waiting to be told. The door creaks as you step inside, The aroma of paper, an old-world guide. Rows and rows of tomes so grand, A treasure…
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Car
The little Morris Minor’s charm Still takes us for a ride, With every creak and groan it makes, We feel a sense of pride.Though its seats are worn and frayed, And the engine’s not so strong, It always gets us where we need, No matter how far along.The steering wheel is always loose, The brakes…
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