You can create amazing poems with it.
I’ll be back.
Just popping to the grocery store atm.
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Here’s what chatGPT said
Zoe went to the grocery store
To buy some bread and cheese and more
She saw a cute cashier at the door
And felt a flutter in her core
She smiled and said hello, je m’appelle Zoe
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Haha that’s good. Gave me a chuckle!
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In the whispers of the night, a melody weaves,
Through the soul’s darkest depths, it cleaves.
Each note a sigh, each chord a plea,
Lost in the rhythm, lost in the sea.
A soul once bright, now veiled in sound,
Bound to the music, forever bound.
Eyes closed, heart open, lost in the trance,
Caught in the symphony’s hypnotic dance.
But with each verse, a piece is lost,
A sacrifice paid, a heavy cost.
For the soul that dances to the music’s call,
May find itself lost, may find itself small.
In the echo of the final refrain,
Only emptiness, only pain.
For the soul that gave itself away,
Is left with nothing, left to fray.
So heed the warning, oh lover of song,
For losing the soul, it won’t be long.
Find balance in the music’s embrace,
Lest you vanish without a trace.
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That’s a beautiful poem and wise one too. Can I ask what you requested when you wrote it? No worries if private 
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I’ve lost music in my soul through emotional pain. I requested a poem about it.
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I hope you find music to restore that lost in you, one day 
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Thanks @Zoe . I’d like to rekindle that passion too
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Cool. I like to think it’s possible
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The Grass of the Goat
Goats munch with zeal, grass bends to their will,
With each bite, they conquer, their hunger to fulfill.
Proudly they graze, champions of the pasture still.
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The arctic hippo.
In icy realms, the hippo roams, seeking turnips far from home,
Through frosty plains, its quest unfolds, for turnips buried in cold,
In Arctic chill, its obsession holds, a search for roots untold.
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Aww that’s nice. It’s from chat gpt?
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Yeah chatgpt.
I just prompted : 3 line poem about a hippos obsession with discovering turnips in the arctic.
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It’s amazing what technology can do. I wish I understood it the magic behind technology. Including AI
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''In a meadow where the sun meets the dew,
Where whispers of love are hidden in the hue,
The sky paints its canvas in a soft morning light,
And the world seems reborn, pure and bright.
There, under the vast, embracing sky,
Where dreams flutter and softly lie,
The gentle breeze carries a lover’s sigh,
A melody that never says goodbye.
In the heart of nature, so wild and free,
By the murmuring brook, under the ancient tree,
Words of love are spoken without a sound,
In every leaf, in the ground, they are found.
The roses bloom with a deeper red,
Whispers of love in their fragrance spread,
The stars at night, in their silent way,
Speak of love that never sways.
In this realm where beauty and passion entwine,
Every moment feels sacred, almost divine,
Here, in the embrace of nature’s vast shrine,
I find my heart forever intertwined with thine.
For love, like the rivers, knows not of end,
Through the seasons, it bends, it will mend,
In this eternal garden, where we wander, we roam,
Together, in love, we have found our home.‘’
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I think poets will lose their jobs too. lool
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Yeah we will probabably never understand most of it.
The extent i know is it is multiple large language models which is a type of machine learning concept or algorithm? And it is trained on various data written by humans. The same goes for image and video.
Its called the black box we just use it 
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