Spam Poetry

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Mauled by Raccoons

They come down on me. This feller's got me, doc. Face down across his knees and administered i taken, as also upon those whose shelter hath been is bound to go on and if the foaming glass were clung to his mother's skirt and started to cry..

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