Bicycling in and around Atlanta.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Today's Spam Poetry


coming back to the bed, she sat down

began stroking Florys bare shoulder

Prestige, Mr Flory, is like a barometer

A nod and a wink will accomplish more

Than a thousand official reports.


Hes been saying the same thing ever since the Jubilee

Alone, alone, the bitterness of being alone!

The headman reflected, scratching the calf of his left leg with his right big toenail.


It was years since he had enjoyed a meal.

The jungle was dried-up and lifeless at this time of year.

But the trees avenge themselves

The cigarette that had dropped burned down

acrid smell, browning the paper.



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