Enabled
I was enabled to climb trees in groves,
For, notwithstanding the scene was one bed of flowers,
Here again we are all gone, and it seems to have met their fate.
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@theophile.roos.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.