"The vintage man longingly beguiled her!"
And thus the ages-old saga ended
Alas, 'twas lucky wind!
"Dreaming..."
The starry sky looks down mischievously
A dark dream of proud trees was disturbed by the first rays of the quite dead sun
And so my insipid walk victoriously ended
This poem was randomly generated by a Python script written by me. You can get the source to it here, although it's rather old and unpolished.
To understand how it works, just read the source. Alternatively, try reloading this page a few times until you can see some patterns...
Thoughts, comments, suggestions and even literary critiques are welcome. Send them to me at andrew-poetry@puzzling.org.
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