Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make bizarre little poems unto themselves. Here's one.
Tact appear; I noticed that.
Unselfish, unselfish me.
Sprouts model, cupboard; looks expert.
It is your 24.
The Arpeggiator is a arpeggiator of a few.
The Amaryllis, Shimmer.
unselfish snow, a people Destruction.
It is a . . . and the . . . it's the . . .
"I hate the Amaryllis."
Amaryllis: "It's a latter. I'll do it."
I unselfish it.