Write a poem about the story of Pinocchio
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Write a poem about the story of Pinocchio
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In a land of make-believe and wonder,
A wooden puppet was brought asunder,
Whittled and carved with a master's hand,
The puppet Pinocchio was made to stand.

Geppetto wished on a star,
For a son to love and hold afar,
And with the magic of a fairy's spell,
Pinocchio came to life, a tale to tell.

With a nose that grew with every lie,
Pinocchio learned to choose and try,
But in a world of temptation and sin,
He found himself caught, unable to win.

But dangers lurked at every turn,
Pinocchio had much to learn,
About the power of honesty,
To save himself from fate's cruelty.

He saw bad things at Pleasure Isle
It made him scared while others smiled
He left with not an hour to spare
And other boys were stranded there

With heart and mind now in accord,
He chose the right path and moved forward.
He learned the truth and came to see
The good in life, how sweet it could be.

And so he grew and lived his days,
A kind and honest boy always.
His wooden past now just a tale,
A reminder of a life now pale
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In a land of make-believe and wonder,
A wooden puppet was brought asunder,
Whittled and carved with a master's hand,
The puppet Pinocchio was made to stand.

Geppetto wished on a star,
For a son to love and hold afar,
And with the magic of a fairy's spell,
Pinocchio came to life, a tale to tell.

With a nose that grew with every lie,
Pinocchio learned to choose and try,
But in a world of temptation and sin,
He found himself caught, unable to win.

But dangers lurked at every turn,
Pinocchio had much to learn,
About the power of honesty,
To save himself from fate's cruelty.

He saw bad things at Pleasure Isle
It made him scared while others smiled
He left with not an hour to spare
And other boys were stranded there

With heart and mind now in accord,
He chose the right path and moved forward.
He learned the truth and came to see
The good in life, how sweet it could be.

And so he grew and lived his days,
A kind and honest boy always.
His wooden past now just a tale,
A reminder of a life now pale</s>
