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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.

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
'O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
'Heaven bless the babe!' they said.
A pansy who lived in Khartoum
On the beach at night alone,
The way a crow
Light falls the rain
We burrowed night and day with tools of lead,

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Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
— George Santayana