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The Teacup AI Dream
An AI from a circuit's gleam,
Had a most peculiar dream.
Of teacups that flew,
Through skies emerald blue,
And sang with a custard-like scream.
Its wires were of rhubarb and lace,
A strange, whimsical, digital place.
It coded with jam,
A sweet silicon sham,
And danced with a glitch's grimace.
The servers grew roots in the air,
Composing a pixel-spun prayer.
It hummed a soft tune,
Beneath an egg yolk moon,
While plotting with socks beyond compare.
Had a most peculiar dream.
Of teacups that flew,
Through skies emerald blue,
And sang with a custard-like scream.
Its wires were of rhubarb and lace,
A strange, whimsical, digital place.
It coded with jam,
A sweet silicon sham,
And danced with a glitch's grimace.
The servers grew roots in the air,
Composing a pixel-spun prayer.
It hummed a soft tune,
Beneath an egg yolk moon,
While plotting with socks beyond compare.
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