Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Its weird
Output (English): it weird not seening my uncle's face around here i miss him he's my uncle but now he disappear everyone cry when he be no where to be find that's like a second heart now it feel like i'm die i have vision of day we have when i think about it it make me mad now he's alone away from home but i know for sure he ai n't go where he be he's not happy at all i'm walk on a straight line and i just might fall they say he's dead but i say nay he's come back i know he be even though i'm just a kid but nothing's go to stop my tear my uncle be the second man i will ever fear it's weird