I get a lot of Spam...I mean a lot, and a lot get by my spam filters. I don't really care, but it is a pain in the ass. I've noticed something new. Some of the emails have some peice of shitty poetry tucked right in at the end. Sometimes it's entertaining, and other times it just leaves you scratching your head.

So I'm gonna share it with you all, 'cause I shouldn't suffer alone.

I call this one "per capita job increase with a side of wtf"

To find the Sunrise left --.
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- .
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother..
-- those with employee rolls of 75,000 or more -- reported average
wage increases.
I'll bear it better now --.

Here's one from a lovely lady who thought I'd care to know about
"Range of dr ogs Online."

Of Physiology from top to toe I sing; .
The rest of us pinned the kid down on the ground..
And Orchards -- unbereft --.
Gnarled, twisted, and curled, the nails yellow and claw-like, it is as if,


With a poem like this i'd love to order their "iR0lex ur@plica waetches is the way to go!"

Nothing has more possibilities.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother .
The only other county that reported negative wage growth was King County,.
Donald or Robert or Willie or--.
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. .
I realized the blessing deed to me. .
Proudly, fearfully, hesitatingly I exhibited him to my friends..
want to find their future stars in their own farm systems rather than have to buy .

Don't read this, or your brain will melt


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THANK YOU WADE, PLEASE TELL ME HOW I CAN GET A BIGGER PENIS!!!!111!!
The depressing answer -- not many -- is why many companies are getting serious about .
In the evening she would sit for hours outside her caravan writing in a ledger..
Souls, Quince would not have been at a loss for so much as a moment..
'I guess I never really thought about it much.'.
I had nothing further to do with them,.

Thanks,

Quinton Wade

I think these poems are written by starving "writers" hoping that some idiot will read it...and be a publisher...and care enough to buy their shitty poetry so that they can quit sending shitty spam.

To tell you a story of the long dark way .
All you dark children in the world out there, .
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;.
Believe in the right, let none push you back. .
Make of my pass a road to the light .

I can't imagine why you're still reading this crap. But here's a good'n, I think they throw in the fourth line to throw you off gaurd. Don't fall for it their "Hudiaa, a natural app et ite su,pp-ress,ant." is really just turtle poo.

Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. .
So shake the very Heaven on high.
and the results of your conversion will be displayed..
Hooch lived on her own and looked after the needs of all the caravans on the site.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife .


{/sigh} So much spam.

cheers all,
fishy

-- Edited by fishy at 08:36, 2006-03-14