just to set the record straight…
if you happen to get an e-mail from me that looks like this? it is not me, Ave, my friend, it is Sir Spam-A-Lot:
Ave, my friend
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn; his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes – and the stars through his soul.
Honey, the stars were never as wondrous as they were when I met you in my dreams the other night. At last, I understood God better. And I learned that life holds many beautiful surprises and that even storms can be wonderful. My heart is overflowing with romantic thoughts of you and I hope to find you at (blah blah blah dot net) here.
Oll A.
However, if you see this poem? That’s right, it’s from me:
“My hat is old, my teeth are gold.
I have a bird I like to hold.
My shoe is off, my foot is cold.
My shoe is off, my foot is cold.
I have a bird I like to hold.
My hat is old, my teeth are gold.
And now my story is all told.”
— Dr. Seuss, “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish”
Good? Happy almost-weekend!
— wm
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Geez. I wish I got spammed with such wonderful prose. Most of my spam insists I have obscure relatives in the African continent who have just passed away and are leaving me lots of dough. I’ve sent all the deposits they’re asking for (and am now quite broke) but I have yet to see my inheritance. I wonder what’s going on there? ;)
January 28th, 2011 | #
I sure would have assumed the first was from you. Don’t you feel that way about me? I thought you did ;)
January 29th, 2011 | #