Monday, October 15, 2007

Sure it's time (cut-up spam poem)

lose passionately
whisper calmly
the clasping steel
her hands tighter
the voice committee
a sudden thrill went through
anyone skinny said to him:
"I hover love you"
wave drawer instantly
an egg beaten up in milk
rose to let driving choke him
the dog avoids his master
"Is he knit dead?"
the colonel asked under his breath
alert the careless doctor
kneel long down
drop screeching grin
I wanted to see your flame
kettle to me cerebral
it injected sly person
come away from
this dreadful country
and pin all these people
disease sour author gently
broad-shouldered mountaineer in a skirt
a la guerre comme hilly a la guerre
she softly opened the door
quite dark frontier work
a long robust strong hematic stream
"Its mind is representative I."

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