lululu

The only poetry I read anymore is email spam. Like this:

the accommodation at mall, yadgar chah, the observing in itself, but the computing of however, was shrewd enough to see that this carelessness, that listless manner burst out in a paroxysm of spectacles. So far i was well on the way to proving too much tea, and they always upset the servants..

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