Here are some of my manufactured poems:
The moon disappears.
And a ray of pink light.
Darkens the sky.
There once was a homesick giraffe.
Who hadn't frolicked since he was a calf.
But one morn a bunny,
Said a prank quite funny.
So he finally relished a laugh.
I know, I know. This is art in the same sense that paint by numbers is art. But laughter is also art, so lets just say I painted with giggles today.
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