Road winds. Road showers.
Toppled Wednesday.
Sporadic gap chance.
It was tight and pleasant
in the valley. I’ve been
across the caused country
where trees are personnel
from one payday to payday-
promotionless
from the wind, I came to-
there was a hall with more
power, Pepsi and pitt bulls,
damages, outages, damages.
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Hey all, here it is day four's poem. Today I took text from the local paper and ran through the Dada generator. Mixed and matched, added and subtracted and voila- a poem. Find more great poets at NaPoWrimo.
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