These are a few short poems all together in the generated file. The higher temperatures tend toward shorter, more experimental output.
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terrest
. . .an old men and the traffic shoots
awater rolls,
a hot hospital, a big stick of
curious actions,
coffee, golden, warning,
music, child, can't
speak at
note to any mind.
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Woke River About These
body is smiling your blankers
working again.
like the librariet dollars.
in your short up pants
less than arrival
the lips will clear your
back.
you see the funny in the
bedroom, your look to your round
in the past,
I went to the table to get caught at 10:'s doing
head out of the store
smart exploded, blue decades and
pempst, drug is dead.
can't get out of which wasn't the
wheel keep that betterful pretent
better to break away that city
they dance again
and the flowers are gun, I am gonna
blot, we don't remember my face. a winner
and a little spacious but not touch the
getting, he said, and she was a lonely person
has photographic and were born
this affair of a
statue say, and I live thinking about you
but like a manorian store and while you don't have to do
as you're walking into the land of
the rain. I can't believe it down
and I am a poetry been a new drink when Grinfasoi really
16 years later did be gone
and at 2:30 a.m. town
the drills of worms with
an old woman into the
land of the radio,
I grabber when I don't want to work for a kind of
answered the unfortunate glow
they also need something
harshness with their money before
history
she turned me off a good truck
both.
"We have a will next to you?"
he was down on
that morning
and stood on a whisper in that
and I sat on him
I hear her the sailor
the phones race
and talked about the fence, the tarantula
coinselled wires, western, at thine eyes,
the money are most shows
where one as late
but now it is there, there's no napalm seating
to them.
their music must remember
cheering in new accents on my spine.
all I want you in police to 1920?a're we all
be only
man.
~~~~~~~~~~
the contributor
one after all I was several of you
one more day, it's hardly
in the Village of the City.
I walked into my dream among the little arrangements
unpointing, and now
and a fool of the wristwatch
and it didn't see, I
began to get so good with the
city
where was the
catch of poetry
or a kettle
and the bars,
understanding to take very long before,
some propagantary and
artistic wine.
I thought we can't ask who I come in arenified him
and when she wanted him: I love smake, didn't answer with me,
mostly of counters
disappeared from those towns. I hope, don't
do, you see, I will walk back Frank, but
my feelings killed
hell and sometimes.
sometimes I guess it is no little men and women.
it'll be
A bee and it falls off and hung through the streets
and I lost the river back
away from the wood and sunset
and
let's meet them away from my wallet with
new color the crucifix and vote.
a rag doctor-toot flag
I sit and this work at my eyebrows and big guy
and I walk to the bedroom
he'll be standing at the cold lady
and I have caught a thing
fast at one
;
your ass
are on my room, knitting necktail, 90
coming far strands and lovers' boxers
are filled with them
wrath sweet as mule with a day from
sparrows, or
sending some white incomprection stapping
as though with the jackafel and land, they are
wasted
in the jigsters, make them
is ginner
gray and soft,
and it's the trailers there
made a belly and
rank has away free faces,
clock in a carwaft of lightning!
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Who contained me on a world,
dark vast encarting plumb upon my head
except the train returns
It was not mine. Let me project,
A kiss and junk their lion's cow, when chickadeis-
Impending the chase fire and rank,
And still the silver breast that she
You been by Thorium.
Do you know it is to tell
'Til then were Capital?
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XXX.
THE WAS TO YOU COOPOSSTION.
O'er the sideway if we see the sun
So fluttering all away, and we
Whide his pad follows up a little flag,
And when not slowly pours she satisfies
Some walks and mighty nails cut in his street-glare.
A thousand insubstance of before him thus
Who shall not find thy mind,
Why, and when my dreaming worth
Is the singer. Ut did grow
Is with not black and strong.
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Be.
THE CROSY.
The one sons rush no regard,
To peel the child in goal,
And shrobe no waitzer, --
When sexs are quieted come,
And in the lady it
That rosed where, the bloom of the breast,
Which splashed across the red blow,
Clock the other john!
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