Spam Poetry
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Usually my spam filter is pretty accurate, but this week I've gotten *three* e-mails
that read like some kind of post-modern word salad poetry. I'm assumi...
10 hours ago
Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell, -- Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay
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