Wanted: red captured
in the still five Paris
Today, the crane’s spring.
Point round them: names in
no tiny spring. On with rain!
Many, his yet boots.
Sunflowers the spring.
Anyone without, in where
prairie memories.
Even though I know how Poesytron works, even though I know that random chance and the way the human brain works means I'm going to find something to draw connections between, I am still utterly amazed when I see such coherence in Poesytron's selections. The second one above has rain in the second line and boots in the third, which not only go so well together but are also paired with spring. And the third one has sunflowers and prairie in the first and last lines, respectively. There is meaning in the madness!
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