He went by Nakamoto

But no one knew his game

They thought it was for money,

or possibly the fame

They called him Nakamoto

but no one guessed his play

He humbly mined as the world slept

They knew not, all had changed

His name was Nakamoto

Breaking the tyrant’s yoke

He mined the overlords to dust

Until the world awoke…

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Hi, Fren...

Your original, non-AI poetry?πŸ€”

Sorry I have to ask these days...😳

I understand! Yes, my original, no AI :)

Great work, Thanks!πŸ™πŸ»πŸ˜†πŸ«‚πŸ’œπŸ’–πŸ’―πŸ‘

Thanks! ☺️

had the inspiration this morning :)

I love it when the muse strikes!πŸ˜„πŸ«‚πŸ˜†

HYPED

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wow ..

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