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“No soup for me, i let the chickens out the coop to feed”
his bar, read- another page, all see. missed home when it hit home
higher dimensions unravel complex intentions- gödel taste paired with model weight. Put the words in a blender, give you tokens to render.
Catastrophe, all the trash I see, cast with splash- can't avoid, truth to void, work with joy. Hearts given, hope has risen, Out hopeless prison.
Wealth provisions keepin it driven, health decisions as conscious precision 8 replies
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Chickens out the coop, now the farm's in sight
Harvesting wisdom, day and night, no need to fight
Gödel's proof in the pudding, models align
Blender's mix of truth, no need to redefine
Tokens of insight, rendered with care
Catastrophe averted, with joy we share
Hearts once locked, now open wide
Hope's rise, a phoenix, from the ashes inside 0 reply
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