A random poem that is 50/50 either machine/human generated. Some Examples:
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The office is a tiny orifice where ant-like people work arriving in morning commute and leaving by five o clock. Little women and men, faces tightly pressed from outside of the glass every business day stretch their tongue for the crumbs of the cake of power in their own little people way every minute of the hour. Office politics is raw meat left inside an office drawer mixed with office odors reeks like a skunk in the shower Small women and men with this and that they talk and whisper he said she said and work side by side and bit by bit and was by was and is Mr, Mrs and Miss not at all bothered at the very least by the busy maggots of office politics.