My favorite little auto-generated poem in the book:
Slide and tumble and fall among
The dead. Here and there
Will be found a utensil.
And another gem:
Bill sings to Sarah. Sarah sings to Bill. Perhaps they
will do other dangerous things together. They may eat lamb or stroke
each other. They may chant of their difficulties and their
happiness. They have love but they also have typewriters.
That is interesting.
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