All hit door got mote ick hit verily then
Want hit verily then can’t ken greens.
Ick, hoop that hit door got,
Want the verb lip plates is on windy bar,
the landing’s plates are going to end,
The going swan of hunt hold.
All hit door got come hit.
…that makes no sense, but I followed the instructions for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-23-2/
Not sure what any of what I wrote means, but the original poem was lovely: http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/19877/auto/SOMETHINGS-COMING
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