Forbidden Fruit

To think that I could set a spell and have a little chat, that out might pop a sweet rondel like rabbits from a hat whose origins no bard could tell - can you imagine that? But what might mystify me more: to call that work my own. Would you not have to silence shame or are such thoughts unknown? The tech is cool, that much is true; sometimes my mind is blown, but characters are often lost once typed into a phone.