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Random Poem

The random poem generator takes the first lines of nearly 3,900 poems to make a new poem. To see the full list of what's included, click here.

It begins with Diane ? the gold shingles of her razored hair
AY me, how many perils doe enfold
As in the mists of embryonic night,
Mamua, when our laughter ends,
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
To see a world in a grain of sand
The sea is calm to-night.

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