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37 lines
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title: "Ode to a Lost Bottlecap"
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description: "Those who wander aren't necessarily lost."
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date: "2023-01-29"
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tags: ["poetry"]
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When I go to a hockey game, I typically spend those 60 minutes of game time nursing a bottle of soda. I had never lost a bottlecap...until this week, when careless misalignment caused the cap to fly off the bottle and into oblivion (read: under another seat). I joked with my wife that I should pen an ode to this wayward cap and that it perhaps found its way to the land where lost socks and Tupperware lids go.
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Problem is that I'm no poet. Sure, I can write a rhyming scheme, but I'm ignorant when it comes to proper meter. So I reached out to a poet I knew could help: ChatGPT.
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Below is the fruits of our efforts. ChatGPT did the writing and I massaged the text since it had issue with repeating words.
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> Lost bottlecap, now joined with socks astray
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> And Tupperware lids that wandered far away
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> A band of misfits, traveling the land
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> In search of a place where they can stand
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> Together they set out, like Argo's crew
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> On a journey to find and pursue
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> With each step they take, they count the days
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> Bonding together, in brotherly ways
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> But now adrift, like Odysseus' crew
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> Reliving past tales of glory, fleeting as the dew
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> The bottlecap dreams of Mount Olympus' height
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> And the lids and socks, they too long for the sight
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> But as they roam, they find solace in each other
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> Like the muses of old, they sing and they gather
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> For they are a team, Achilles and Patroclus
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> United in their search, never to be hidden from us.
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> So here's to the lost, the brave, the few
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> May their journey be filled with hope and virtue
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> For though they're not found, they'll always remain
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> In the hearts of many, like mythic terrain.
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