Friday, November 09, 2007

Poetic SPAM

From my junk email today:
I've heard a lot about you
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
I have a rendezvous with Death at some disputed barricade.
When you step onto that field, you cannot concede a thing.
It's a heck of a poem, borrowing from such divergent sources as William Shakespeare and Gayle Sayers, and sent under the subject of "Marriage is the only adventure open to the cowardly."

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