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Spam Poetry
the hell, I'm nothing, but you'll admit its a shock. A large one, and we have to know who owns that number here in Paris. Krupkin can find out for us. Its corkscrew, I grant you, but there it is. Corkscrew? asked Panov. Are you now going to produce a Rubiks cube in Arabic? Or, perhaps, a Double-Crostic from the London Times? What in heavens name is a Prefontaine, judge, jury or otherwise? It sounds like a bad early wine. Its a late, very good vintage, broke in Marie. Youd like him, Doctor. You could spend months studying him because hes got more brights than most of us, and that grand intellect of his is still intact despite such inconveniences as alcohol, corruption, loss of family and prison. Hes an original, Mo, and where the majority of felons in his league blame everyone but themselves, he doesnt.
I sometimes wonder where they find this stuff.
Posted on December 17, 2005
in Limit of my knowledge
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