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SPAM / found poem
yr heart on
yr sleeve/ your eyeball
(This poem is based on some spam posted as a comment to one of my blogs - I thought it two good to simply trash so I sliced and diced it a bit)
It really gets across that disconcerting, halting babble of hastily-scripted infatuation; the equivalent of the old 'for a good time call...' toilet & train graffiti.
thanks - I'm not sure what it means either...I just liked the words in the spam linked posted to my blog. So I copied the words before I deleted it and sliced and diced then a bit.
Hey there, yeah it works....innovative and fresh. Good stuff