The first random poem

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I went out with my cat

And found a black bat

Hanging on the tree under which I sat

Enjoying a picnic upon a door mat.


I took off my sun-protecting hat

And threw it at the diplomat

Who had conspired with the aristocrat

To cut the tree which served as the bat's habitat.


He fell to the ground

And it worked to astound

For it gave a chance to the hound

To snatch and bound

Across the field, for eternity

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