spampoet

spampoetry: poetry that comes from spam (junk email)

Monday, August 28, 2006

Poor men seek meat for their stomach; rich men stomach for their meat The West Wind Always Brings Wet Weather, The East Wind Wet and Cold Together, the South Wind Surely Brings Us Rain, the North Wind Blows It Back Again When yuh deh in bad luck wet paper self ah cut yuh. Although the Sun May Shine, Leave Not Thy Cloak at Home Life is like a drawing pin - sharp at one end, and flat at the other

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