This Daily Create just keeps growing. Today’s TDC asks us to go to a site created by John and Use tdc5110 Random Frankenstein poem to create a poem and then black it out. I got this poem: It was a tranquil spot, that seemed to smile While it hums its little song in the beautiful sunshine, For half the summer long. Watch till dusty Death has piled Of the wide earth it flew, Death from the o’er–brimming deep; And what you meant And here it linger’d, here my heart might lie; And companiable, and bare herself so fair, The creator of the nations, And last of all, thy greedy self consum’d, And thy sad floor an altar—for ’twas trod, Alastor: Or, the Spirit of Solitude by Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Beautiful Sun by William Topaz McGonagall, Peggy’s the Lady of the Hall by John Clare, Fragment: ‘When a Lover Clasps His Fairest’ […]

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