what is a riding crop

Prompt: There once were some strange crop circles designs That puzzled farmers and scientific minds They saw shapes in the wheat But couldn't find what they sought Some said aliens, but who really finds? --ar 16:9 --s 500

Prompt: stepladder, what are you doing --niji 6

Prompt: stepladder, what are you doing --niji 6

Prompt: The Cheerful Parrots (The Social Media Supporters): These are the people who blindly like, share, and love what you share on social media. They love you without knowing what you are doing.

Prompt: a county fair vendor spreading affordable food to happy folk their work appreciated beyond what what language may say, soothing irate concerns of empty pantries

Prompt: stepladder, what are you doing --niji 6

Prompt: thor riding a space goat colorful aurora while jesus rides a dinosaur

Prompt: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

Prompt: a county fair vendor spreading affordable food to happy folk their work appreciated beyond what what language may say, soothing irate concerns of empty pantries

Prompt: stepladder, what are you doing --niji 6

Prompt: thor riding a space goat colorful aurora while jesus rides a dinosaur

Prompt: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

Prompt: stepladder, what are you doing --niji 6

Prompt: stepladder, what are you doing --niji 6

Prompt: The Cheerful Parrots (The Social Media Supporters): These are the people who blindly like, share, and love what you share on social media. They love you without knowing what you are doing.

Prompt: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.