5/28/2004 03:02:45 PM|||Mike|||This spam filter chaff was in my preview window when I saw deleting a steaming pile of 'net crud. A fine piece of literature, in its way. Almost certainly randomized text, but it makes a certain odd sense. Doesn't that last sentence describe a spammer to you?

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But where masquerades the torch, as though entities were unicorns, painfully In creams, the unicorn will devour, wipe not Its wall destroyed in the explorer of a torch. Upon likeable flowers, step not yet put down friendly The object is a close spark, for creams explain cheerily, Beckoned by holes, addresses the domain to soul. Torpid case as a porpoise cleans about the torpid season, Alas, the person has penetrated quite shadily, rotting Spill vessels with no pungent carpenter.

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|||108578176593575981|||Spam poetry