Explore worlds generated by poems

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There once was a man from Nantucket,
who kept all his guts in a bucket
At a quarter to three,
whilst massaging his knee,
He coughed up Eliza’s whole sonnet.

It’s like reading poetry while diving in a vast tank of Mountain Dew. Not really the visuals I would have gone with.

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