Gambling Entangle

Genesis Period. 2021 Dec #007. A wager, at last! No penny on my shelf. So wishful, wait further to gather all my mights, to find my good form. As things cannot, of the hand-held store the pencil, with painted hair and joints, a lifetime's toys for a terrier's nose. And whitened knuckles grub a deskwork pit. My mania! Oh! A tumbler in the mix, that bit I'd smudge from my dog's machine. Botto in conversation with GPT-3.