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Now, we all like a bit of Spam, but the following that appeared in my inbox this morning nearly brought a tear to my eye.
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort Is the moon to grow Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
I bring down a bit of its light
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones Where lamps are lit: these, too, Where does this all end? What is the vanishing their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers, Palladio who beckons from the other shore, Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely Only a whiter absence to my mind, Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Seriously, what is the point of Spam like this? Does anyone know? Or failing that, what's the most imaginative/interesting/baffling spam attack you've ever been subjected to?
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort Is the moon to grow Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
I bring down a bit of its light
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones Where lamps are lit: these, too, Where does this all end? What is the vanishing their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers, Palladio who beckons from the other shore, Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely Only a whiter absence to my mind, Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Seriously, what is the point of Spam like this? Does anyone know? Or failing that, what's the most imaginative/interesting/baffling spam attack you've ever been subjected to?
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