I see him | A Christmas jCarol
Meant to put this up yesterday, but Christmas, man.
I’m always amused by new generators, so when edde started showing us stuff from jGnoetry, jGnoetry, I just had to.
And with it being Christmastime, I couldn’t see my way around using the Dickens classic as a source.
Enjoy, and merry Christmas!
“I see him”
The bowels of his daughters
were not afraid of damaged
morning. Wrenching, dark, with
force, Scrooge knew.
Besides, he had seen. It was not dreamed
them, it. Who came in
Scrooge’s horror and dreamed also by the
daughter leaning forward on
and may yet be visible save one
half expected to part, and set here.
Always peeping down into
the person, not to raise account
what sprinkled from your mortal life.
But they should like that oil upon the country
where hope for the young sat down,
done with any man to dinner in the ghost.
He stood upon his legs in modest tartness from the love
like our ancestors there, on the hearth-stone.
Tartness from the love
our ancestors of the same breath smoked!