hairyone wrote: ↑Thu Aug 29, 2024 12:41 pm
Wow... This is freakishly-too profound.
AI has re-spelt my 'Healer' as 'Heeler'..
It knew what I'd
meant & corrected me..
It'd better get rite, right & right right too.
It's a minor-mere mimicking ape atm..
"Humans are weird" indeed it's dogged.
Given you enjoyed the last effort hairyone, I asked AI to incorporate your new facts and present your tale in the style of a Bruce Springsteen song.....
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**"Lamb Shank and the Silent Ride"**
*(Verse 1)*
Two weeks ago, she brought her Heeler to my door,
A 60-year-old woman, just 5'1", no more,
I tossed a lamb shank to the dog, and we made a truce,
In the twilight, we bonded, no need for an excuse.
*(Chorus)*
But she didn’t know, on my silent mountain ride,
That $30 bike, it came alive in the night,
I crept up slow, in the dark where shadows hide,
She felt a tall-man clown, and fear took flight.
*(Verse 2)*
That old mountain bike, from the dump fifteen years ago,
Needed just a little love, tubes, tires, to make it roll,
But it’s seen some rough times, snapped my collarbone too,
Seven pins and surgery, but that bike still flew.
*(Chorus)*
But she didn’t know, on my silent mountain ride,
That $30 bike, it came alive in the night,
I crept up slow, in the dark where shadows hide,
She felt a tall-man clown, and fear took flight.
*(Bridge)*
She hit the ground, clutching it like a friend,
The Heeler just watched, like he knew how it’d end,
But we laughed it off, and in that crazy fright,
We found something more in the cool of the night.
*(Chorus)*
But she didn’t know, on my silent mountain ride,
That $30 bike, it came alive in the night,
I crept up slow, in the dark where shadows hide,
She felt a tall-man clown, and fear took flight.
*(Outro)*
Now the Heeler’s still watching, guarding her side,
And that bike still rolls, through the darkness, it glides,
But when we look back, on that wild, crazy night,
We know sometimes fear, can turn out just right.
