This gem arrived in the Cincinnati Solar Decathlon e-mail inbox last night:
The mortal architect had brought to life,
Astonished that you have returned to go
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Beneath the snowflakes I notice facades.
The Dutch in the Arctic
And piled up at the base of the columns.
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
But when, on the timepieces that we call.
The surge of swirling wind defines
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
a rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur
Sep 12, 07 9:36 am
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Spam Poetry
This gem arrived in the Cincinnati Solar Decathlon e-mail inbox last night:
The mortal architect had brought to life,
Astonished that you have returned to go
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Beneath the snowflakes I notice facades.
The Dutch in the Arctic
And piled up at the base of the columns.
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
But when, on the timepieces that we call.
The surge of swirling wind defines
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
a rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur
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