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I like poems. Here is one by ChatGPT.

The Dance of Kings

Upon the checkered field of black and white,

Where minds collide in strategy’s grand fight,

Two armies meet, with pieces set in rows,

A dance begins, where thought and foresight flow.

The pawns advance, their steps a measured pace,

In this silent, thoughtful, intense chase.

Each move a ripple in the calmest sea,

A quest for wisdom, and for victory.

The knights leap forth, in graceful, jagged arcs,

Defending queens and leaving subtle marks.

Bishops slide through diagonal paths so keen,

Their movements swift, precise, and so unseen.

Rooks stand as towers, strong and proud they fight,

Guardians of the board in black and white.

The queen, with power, sweeping wide and far,

A potent force, the game’s most brilliant star.

And then the king, so vulnerable, yet wise,

His steps are slow, avoiding quick demise.

Protected well, by knights and pawns and rooks,

His safety lies in careful, planned-out looks.

Each piece a player in this timeless game,

A saga told with moves that have a label-like name.

A battle fought with quiet, patient might,

In the silent world of black and white.

The game of chess, where minds engage and meet,

In silent whispers, strategies discreet.

A noble contest, where both young and old,

Find wisdom, courage, stories to be told.