simple sorrows
July 6, 2012
The grass of spring covers the prairies
with all their simple sorrows
I saw nothing about fairies
in the plains of the poems of heroes.
with a flock of sheep
he now swats the pill
a bleeding heap
dreaming toward the till
he hardly spoke a word out to the southern suburb
an unofficial organ to georgetown
with an intermittent urge
beneath a mustached frown.
perhaps even with the wonderland dreamer
this works with the scalper.
sonnet generated by prosaic from 200,000 phrases gleaned from project gutenberg
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Good to see more about prosaic. I like how repeated elements describing locations came through (prairies, plains, suburb).