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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.

Upon my lap my sovereign sits
Who will in fairest book of nature know
When the grey lake-water rushes
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Sooner or later, in some future date,
To wed, or not to wed, that is the question,
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,

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I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
— T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats