That was ChatGPT. I couldn’t write a limerick.
That was ChatGPT. I couldn’t write a limerick.
Yes, you may.
In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly.
Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band.
In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along.
Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature’s rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.
Some good ideas here, but if I did this with my group, I’d have to deal with them volunteering for the process.
That looks like an IBM PC. I recognize it from my childhood years when the father of a friend (who worked for IBM) had one in the early 80’s. That dude is probably as nerdy as he looks. So not a dumb terminal, it’s one of the first home computers.
A moose once bit my sister…
How many Smoots is that?