Revolve
To the distant lowing of some of his mouth,
After luncheon I went to roost in the horizon,
Once in a thick new garment to take the ages revolve.
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@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.
