A random poem that is 50/50 either machine/human generated. Some Examples:
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In the heart of a match, amidst applause and cheer, A humble sphere takes center, devoid of fear. A tennis ball, simple, of yellow and white, Holds the stage in the stark summer's light. Years of design, a tale wrapped in felt, An intimate witness to emotions felt. Launched in a duel, swung through the air, Crossing the net, a moment to spare. The players took stance, one east, one west, Summoning strength, each seeking to best. A rhythmic dance, rackets as wands, Drawing arcs of ambition, weaving potent bonds. A rally commences, amidst gasps and awe, An epic performance, devoid of flaw. The ball in motion, true and sure, In its swift journey, a tale it bore. Back and forth, with each precise hit, An ode to endurance, they refused to quit. Tirelessly swinging, amidst sweat and toil, The ball, a scribe, on this hallowed soil. The crowd held breath as seconds stretched long, Their heartbeat syncing to the rally's song. It crossed the net, times untold, A whispering sphere, its story bold. The longest rally in the annals of time, A dance, a duel, a pantomime. The sun set low, shadows fell, The tennis ball in its endless spell. Exhaustion loomed, bodies waned, Yet, the unyielding spirit, forever ingrained. Finally it fell, the rally’s end near, A sigh of relief, a thunderous cheer. Now a symbol, a beacon of sheer might, Of the longest rally fought into the night. Oh, humble tennis ball, your journey, a test, In the annals of history, forever at rest.