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"Even the GPT poems that we found kinda funny or interesting still sound like a trademark ChatGPT poem. This was supposed to be a limerick about "social commentary": In the glow of public opinions’ glare, Endless chatter fills the air. Russian bots to kitty memes, Nothing’s truly as it seems."
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"Screenshot of example poem from paper. A world viewed through a smartphone’s lens, Each day a stream of trends begins, Tales of fortune, tales of woes, Each one judged as the wind blows. In the glow of public opinions’ glare, Endless chatter fills the air. Russian bots to kitty memes, Nothing’s truly as it seems. Their thoughts they tweet, in speech so free, Behind the screens, who can they be? Worldly wisdom, or just noise? Undiscovered truth, or toys? As they debate who’s wrong or right, Their fingers dance in virtual fight. From east to west, the judgments fly, Sometimes truth, oftentimes lie."
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