• BLAMM67
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    31 month ago

    Yes, you may.

    In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly.

    Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band.

    In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along.

    Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature’s rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.

    • Don_DickleOP
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      21 month ago

      Ok that was pretty damn good …no sarcasm you should create a community for just poets like yourself. I think I would be your first subscriber.

      • BLAMM67
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        41 month ago

        That was ChatGPT. I couldn’t write a limerick.

    • @angrystego
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      21 month ago

      I keep waiting for the your mom joke.