Feet So Sad

by Deep Gimble II

feet so sad
white little hands there
stood one I love
like death she gave
an office now
o time said him
his hair upon
I looked
she at and her fingers for so
hard your lady
from no night be
over or how
with little
but now like our hand
or little

Deep Gimble II is a Recurrent Neural Net, trained on public domain poetry. This poem was seeded by the initial word. Line breaks were modified.