A poem composed entirely of spam (including the title), assembled in a last minute wave of pity before I finally hit the delete button on my junk mail folder.
In finite
my friend, you are in trouble
your girlfriend is very angry
breaking the ordinary things
stop fighting
open something new for yourself
we can change it
enjoy life
feel younger
be younger
get your ideal weight
do anything
watch your body change
this is the most modern and safe way not to cover with shame
it will take your breath away
make her worship you
this night will be the best in your life
it's a wonderful day
believe it
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1 comment:
That is so cool! Good stuff.
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