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Sunday, August 19, 2007
More Interesting SPAM MAIL
Aloha, my dear friend
Sweetheart, if suddenly the Sun will stop shining, you will keep me warm! If suddenly the Starts will hide behind the Moon, you will still give me so much romance, which I never dreamt could be. If the Seas and Oceans will overflow, we will sail away together. If our Earth will dry out and there will be no single drop left, we will kill our thirst with our Love to each other. Dear, the Sun and Stars and the Oceans are smiling only to us. If we will be together:. No, WHEN we will be together, none of disasters will separate us. Because two of us will be the strongest power ever known. I want to fall in love with you and have a family. I want to love life and everything around, I want to hear words of love and I dream that I could make you and us happy.
[From a Ukranian woman looking for a husband]
Wrong number ... :-/
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Saturday, August 11, 2007
Interesting SPAM MAIL
Someone sent this to me with an attachment to buy software at a discount. The poem they included is so worth posting. Don't know what it means but it sure is interesting ...
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
Rain. We are forced to fly,
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
The face of a Quos ego),
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
End of the comedy.
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
At the white place of the road's vanishing
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
For any part of them we can make out
Merely a mockery of spring
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
XIII. The Route to the North
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
Rain. We are forced to fly,
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
The face of a Quos ego),
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
End of the comedy.
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
At the white place of the road's vanishing
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
For any part of them we can make out
Merely a mockery of spring
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
XIII. The Route to the North
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