Someone once wrote me a poem (of course, he used ChatGPT)
and here's how it went...
In fields of dreams, where starlight gleams,
Anoushka dances, like moonbeams' streams.
With grace and charm that never wanes,
Her name in hearts forever remains.
Refresh to change words (just like he did.)
You'll never know what's real.
what to believe, what not to believe hahaha.