For the life of me, I can’t stop the desire to click on SOMETHING… But there wasn’t a link anywhere to be found!

Salut, Yuliana!

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you brought our married soap plus some smooth noise, which overdid solemnly. this great cloud shaved under a stocking; blue, wet eye. deep top army vexed, you abided soon, honestly, successfully. a flat country misspent upon this mind; female, dead step. you lay this complex expert regarding my political rub, that upset inquisitively. we unreeved her bright. it clothed material daughter, which unswore cheerfully…

crept the responsible crush,
Jett BELCHER.

Could there be a future in this? It sounds oh so poetic. Maybe someone should start writing “spam poetry”? The line “which forsook grey, open basked. Frank rose the black ice.” is amazing!