Sunday, November 13, 2011

Slightly less bad poetry from the generator

Desolation, courage, and life.
Desolation, adventure, and faith.
The dead sea swiftly views the reef.
Lord, love!
Death, adventure, and death.

Ooh, adventure!
Oh, adventure!
The reef endures like a cold seashell.
Captains grow like sunny shores.

ever pull a mainland.
Never fight a cloud.
Whales travel like dead clouds.
Where is the small sun?
Why does the pirate die?

The sail waves like a dead moon.
Adventure, faith, and life.
Why does the wind die?
Dead, small winds calmly command a old, rough shark.
Die calmly like a warm sail.

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