Trackback poetry, part 2

Again, poetry culled from the spam sent to this site as trackbacks.

“Really, Mr.”
Cowperwood, which was his private law, for instance, whose life in so far as I damn please.
We have to return all or of larceny. It isn’t your fault.
Any man whose son had helped make the time being, anyhow.
Aileen came gradually, through his friends to greet, inquiries to be sure as I am very sorry that he could scarcely believe that a growing sense of self-possession.
Really, Mr.
Gerard, replied Callum. Tell me truly now. We’re after a fashion, by the North Side, as they carried Rita out. Because of exercise her color was high.
Steger stood close beside him in the mixture of smiles and laughter over his mouth open. He wrung his hands feverishly. At the statement that his eyes open for the fraction on Bonanza.
Well, we’ll not talk about anything, how this was held up so.
And a jolly fine piece of marble and intaglio.
He went back to Mr.
Could any human being, the snow.

2 thoughts on “Trackback poetry, part 2

  1. Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra. Shaka, when the wall fell. Sokath, his eyes uncovered. Temba, his arms wide. Kiazi’s children, their faces wet.

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