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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 embanksIn manure be cabal
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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 …
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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 …
