I am not sleeping enough to write thoughtfully about any of the things I would like to, good or bad. I just backed a Kickstarter from the Paleontological Research Institution because I think a stuffed plush Dunkleosteus is one of the nicest birthday presents I could give myself. The stack of library books beside my bed now contains a copy of Elizabeth Goudge's Green Dolphin Street (1944) and a matching DVD of the 1947 film is waiting on my desk because I have decided to do this thing to myself. It's true they aren't good, but I'm not actually sure these examples of AI-written poetry are Vogon-level bad; I've seen worse from teenagers who just discovered e.e. cummings.
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- 1: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 2: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 3: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 4: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 5: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 6: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
- 7: You've got to live the life you're fighting for
- 8: Neuial a ran dre ar ruzenn
- 9: We have come to dance this dance to please the company
- 10: Thousands of ghosts in the daylight
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