Experiments in auto-generated poetry

The unpredictable device

The unpredictable device clears a wretched town.

She says guarded, vigorously.

He replies, snowing.

The ravaged scion bats the meantime decided error.

I am an unkindly male town. I am the secondhand bushel.

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