Spam Poetry
Gary sent me this random spam poetry thing:
Crushed me like a fly, sir. I had brought mr. First journey
in the complete character of man, man, in a dirty house,
besieged by harrow boys, acts. 1. California was admitted
as a free state. It reacted to a distrust of almost everything.
quite understand. I will simplify that question. Ceased
to remember their own large war. They jeered left thick
on purpose, and on either side of the as well he was six
feet high and all those six they insisted on saying things
which were much poirot? No, no! I do not wish to make mysteries.
remember. You were going to see an amateur performance it
was when they turned into the welcome shade saying vaguely
that he mixed a very good side to do with it? A great deal,
as you will have.
I decided to view it as a challenge. A poetic gauntlet thrown in my face. Thus, I turned it into this:
“well crush me like a fly, sir” I said, after my first
journey in the complete character of man; a man
in a dirty house, besieged by harrowing acts and boys.
I continued: “California was admitted as a free state; it reacted
a distrust of almost everything. quite understandable
simplified; she ceased to remember her own large war.”
they jeered and left thick puddles on either side.
I was still six feet high and insisted on saying
things which were much too appropriate.
“i do not wish to make mysteries, or remember you,
who were going to see the amateur perform, and found this”
and when they turned into a welcome shade, I was confused,
mixed, and vaguely saying,
“what does a good side to do with it?”
A great deal, as will have you.
If One More Person Or Thing Dies This Week
I swear . . .
I’ll just use this as a running tally sheet:
8-week old Baby
Parent of co-worker/sister
Student/Little sister’s college hopes
Unborn babies-miscarriage of co-worker.
Last updated March 7, 2008