The tree stands high, Like a church, She is lit, By the moon

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The tree stands high,

Like a church

She is lit

By the moon

The grapes are green on the vine

The watermelon is

On the roof

The cold cat

Is bothering my senses

My beard is cold


Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, text came from a sample generated around step 59,000 during training for my beat poetry model.


Excerpted from generated text, before the text went into another separate poem.


Title derived from “moon tree”, as generalized from the text

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