Qak Toqan
myself, and half
washstand
With before
you and myself have every reason
he suggested.
But he lunched metacomfortably, in her lip and
I saw the gilden ray of gaunt flanks
through your trembling
Unterbridge and somebody knocked.
Perfecthood gravity he left unsaid
convictions outraged. In it
fled.
Clifforded very seriously.intended—
They shuot him, a bit of all the darkening
The concierge departed with a snort
had a better fate
And held the reason of an underflowing
stairway.
‘Good-day, qak toqan is back at me, he claimed,
interlacked enthusiasm.
zoq wub him best
other for some time.
Presently, gladly. Thus
which the gas burned dimly.
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This poem was created using my Language Genome app. The corpus was The King in Yellow by RW Chambers
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