Midway through Training with the new Files

We're half way though training. Here's a newly generated poem.

     Who didn't seem for the person from her
         Or her burn and went on the sun of the special house;
         And the most as would start to record when the hours
     If might used the soul,
     And as he's beat but his corner from the world;
     When casked with some sure of them have that your bedroom ready,
                          To sweet of earth
                          - where I was the other must here they sleep,
         With his short beer in the reason;
     The small the best boy song,
         And for the stairs that the same books
          And for it will we are the words I had a cross thoughts of the sun
         As some good for the raper
            But the line and his friends are beyond
       That thought that so meety was the light.