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An AI Poem

I ask chatGPT, “Can you write a poem about pi and probability?”

Of course, I can! Here's a poem about pi and probability:

In circles round, we find Pi's sound,
An irrational number, never to be found.
With digits vast and never-ending,
Infinite, yet always pretending.

For Pi is more than just math, 
A symbol of the world's path, 
Where probabilities run amok, 
And uncertainty's the rule of luck.

Like rolling dice, the odds we take, 
A game of chance, a risk we make. 
The probability's a fickle friend, 
A measure of how much we bend.

For in the midst of all this mess, 
We see Pi's pattern nonetheless. 
A ratio constant, never-changing, 
A comfort in a world so ranging.

So let us embrace the unknown, 
And let probability be our throne. 
For in the chaos and the strife, 
Pi's constancy is the thread of life.

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