Spam Poem #2: Valley of Death

Soon came the voice of the phone

so relief, well-off live, and body affectd thought of it

 He pointed to the bottle and sighed, and said:

She set up her easel under the stovepipe, right next to the back window,

because she said it got

 natural sunlight’s.  

 The battle for a few minutes,

the piece of tens of meters long ridges,

small devils who became impassable.

 valley of death show me yours post.

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Rearrangment:  Gloria Garvey