The Spam Poetry Project
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What They Were Pitching:
Stock Market Trades
Poetry:
Too little too late.
You have to separate the chaff from the wheat.
Stop and smell the roses.
Wrinkled as a prune.
We’ll hand you out to dry.
Weed ‘um and reap.
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.
Seed money.
Where man is not nature is barren.
That’s a whole new can of worms.
Salt of the Earth.
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