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Lost folksong
A poem made from spam somerset tull Of dellslow the fernwood And beeville on glenwild Soft Eden for You! I an twig on the brierfield furor foxhole of wherewith by wherewithal bambi embanks In manure be cabal Or bumble in venom The marshland be servitude Of itself husk The bonnyman a maplewood percussive persimmon Tree Leaf Green bean great […]
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Capitalism: I shopped all day for your birthday.
A poem made from spam I Promised to help 5000 people My boldest claim ever Do you miss me? You said once you like Rolex. how you wish you were younger Would you let me share your secrets? don’t be afraid of bad things. you will find the solution be confident cause you can get the silky smooth skin […]
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It’s Time to Refill Edward
“Your health, nipperty-tipperty” said Grover Fontenot, slopping his drink. “Your health, milk-testing” they all replied, eyeing the stains on his lab coat. “Your health, nurse frog” croaked Gonzalo Darling, turning in his chair to face the ancient woman beside him. “Your health, old-field lark” she warbled back. The militant army of God swept meddlers up stairs mumbling the […]