More spam poetry

Posted by Thomas Fri, 02 Mar 2007 11:25:31 +0000

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to reclined on the earth, but was separated from the road by a thick antipathy of her brother; the similarity of their dispositions made and she heard it muttering to itself The Duchess. The Duchess.

There was even more than this, but I’ll leave you wanting.

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