The following intensely personal yet universally spiritual poem was generated using this site. (Thanks, Thomas, for the link.)

I'm particularly fond of the last half of this masterpiece. I plan to read it aloud, in its glorious entirety, while perched barefoot on my fire escape under the veil of darkness, to an audience consisting of the sentinel moon, the vestiges of my teenaged angst, your tortured soul (which I will feel inside me as if my own heartbeat), and anyone else so in tune with the Universe that he can hear the whisperings of all mankind within himself.

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Wow.