Mar 17, 2006 06:41
If what we had before was Spoetry (spam poetry), I suppose this must be Sprose.
"the moment Sam did not care. He was again a bargainer, ready to take an
high piled wagons bawled at scurrying pedestrians. On the sidewalks in
impulse in him most worth cherishing, now sat beside his mother in church"
-- "March Savings" Giacobo Octavia
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