In life sometimes people think they are poets. Most of the time they aren't, they are just weird, as you can tell from this next email:
Xxxxxxx [Edit! our company name!]
do you have a catalog that i could order many
favorite of mine... Xxxxxxx is the best engine..
the sound i could never get tired of.. the smoke
outstanding.. the turbo that whistle.. i love
immitate the sound of Xxxxxxx.. the deep
sound rattles my lungs.. better than powerstroke
what a joke.. here is my home address
[Edit customer Name]
242 xxxxxxx
Adel, GA 31620....
sincerely
[Name again?!?]
I don't know why you would make a poem this bad and send it to anyone, unless you hated them. . .
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No one reads our blog Scotty. Just you, me, and Terri-chan. . .
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