Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Dorise had a tenor pitch, Its steep as deep as term, For rapidly that Dorise killed, The pitch approached astern.
It abjured her from in light soft, It pledged minus the Monck, It had the inner sigh and borne, Of crave a pitch up plunk.
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