What They Were Pitching:
I honestly have no idea
Poetry:
lights fluttered into the east end.
only the third toe of my.
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What is Spam Poetry?
FW:Best pi to tell these people anything they
Spam Poetry: The beauty is in the subtlety of this piece. The odd vagueness of it’s title and the abrupt way in which it ends prove it’s deepness.
