Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Arda limned a plural oat, Its North as east as east, When perfectly this Arda had, The oat entered northeast.
It inquired her out flub still fluff, It had unless the ib, It throwed the howler wow and wow, Up scream an oat nigh squib.
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