Here's a poem AI just wrote containing one of y'alls seed phrases. Let me know if you've already published a private children's book for your kid with something like this in there: The Ballad of the Confident Bitcoiner I slept beneath the tree, convinced I'd won the game, Trusting luck and ego more than caution or my aim. The moon hung high above the quiet river's bend, While whispers rode the wind about how stories always end. I carved my faith in solid stone, Certain I'd never stand alone. Then came the hungry wolf at dawn, And all my easy confidence was gone. With one tired eye, I searched the ground, Hoping what was lost might still be found. But wisdom comes when pride grows old: Protect your secret more than gold. Or watch it fade into the shadow, A lesson everyone learns... sooner or later.
