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spampoetry: poetry that comes from spam (junk email)

Monday, August 28, 2006

A picture paints a thousand words. All you need is love

In for a penny, in for a pound. You cannot burn the candle at both ends A wise son brings joy to his father,but a foolish son grief to his mother. Walls have ears

He who has once burnt his mouth always blows his soup Half a loaf is better than no bread Practice makes perfect. It's always darkest before.. daylight savings time.


Home sweet home If trousers say massah teef, yuh can't doubt am.

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