Spam Poetry

From: Mitzi Lowery
Subject: Hi, peanut oil

…extended into the wind, and fell into a vertical dive.
red and sweating and chomping his lips,
“I’ll walk on my teeth, not just on” Sullivan sighed, but he did not argue.
“I think I’ll miss you, cotton.” As soon as the helicopter pulled at it, there was a pssst! We looked
“I wonder about that, Jon,” said Sullivan standing near.
“You have and ordered a flying boot.”
I looked over his map to see what was on it.

kindness lessons, and the more he worked to know the nature of love, the it was he wanted to learn from them, and, to tell the truth, I wasn’t trying

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