Here is part of one I generated. Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
My Love
Your skin glows like the tomato, blossoms glowing as the hyacinth in the purest hope of spring.
The evening floats in on a great downy woodpecker wing.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of tea.
In the quiet, I listen for the last squeaky of the day.
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