Danced
Thus I made haste to catch perch with shiners,
Sometimes, however, he will come,
The canoe danced lightly amid gray surges and spray of waterfalls.
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Hive account@slashformotion.I use the markovify library to create random poems.
Don't see it as a artistic performance, this is coding experiment, please see it that way.
