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This Daily Create just keeps growing. Today’s TDC asks us to go to a site created by John and

Use tdc5110 Random Frankenstein poem to create a poem and then black it out.

I got this poem:

It was a tranquil spot, that seemed to smile
While it hums its little song in the beautiful sunshine,
For half the summer long.
Watch till dusty Death has piled
Of the wide earth it flew,
Death from the o’er–brimming deep;
And what you meant
And here it linger’d, here my heart might lie;
And companiable, and bare herself so fair,
The creator of the nations,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum’d,
And thy sad floor an altar—for ’twas trod,

Alastor: Or, the Spirit of Solitude by Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Beautiful Sun by William Topaz McGonagall, Peggy’s the Lady of the Hall by John Clare, Fragment: ‘When a Lover Clasps His Fairest’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Daemon of the World by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills by Percy Bysshe Shelley, After You Speak by Edward Thomas, Lines Written Beneath an Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow by George Gordon, Lord Byron, The Canterbury Tales. The Nun’s Priest’s Tale. by Geoffrey Chaucer, The Peace-Pipe by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, On Time by John Milton, Sonnet on Chillon by George Gordon, Lord Byron,

And highlighted these words:

A tranquil smile hums
Half dusty earth linger’d bare
Last sad self

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