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If you want a discussion then take the time to write something worth discussing. AI slop like this is lazy award farming not even worthy of a clown.
A tiny orb of velvet, deep and grand,
A summer's jewel, held within the hand.
From blush of rose to deepest, royal hue,
A juicy promise, sweet and tartly true.
Upon the branch, it ripens in the sun,
A fragrant bounty, when its course is run.
For pies and tarts, or eaten just plain raw,
The plum's a treat, that fills us all with awe.
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