Cleaning Out Oh, to be free and clean! Far from all the seen and unseen.
All of the garbage piling up,
I tackle one with gusto every day,
I try to stamp them out,
But AI on the end of the line,
Wish I could just throw it all out,
But all I do is just fart.
Oh, well. When I finish this poem,
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Mind Map © Adam Sicinski
The crud keeps growing and the more I've tried 6/29/23 |