It's poetry... made from Spam e-mail!
Hi to you!
to catch the chance to know you,
to get acquainted.
I think that if I lived into your country,
we wouldn't notice each other at the street,
because everybody would be busy
with his own thoughts and problems.
Do you agree with me?
But we would be
still
lonely inside
and would come
at the flat
which would meet us with emptiness
of cold rooms and bed.
But at present moment,
you are tet-a-tet with my letter,
with me,
and I ask you to be attentive,
to look at my picture,
to read this letter
and to decide if you want to break your loneliness
and to meet me,
a woman who is so kind,
so tender
and passionate
who has into her heart
such many love
which will be enough for two people.
If your hand draws to pen,
to keyboard,
I will wait you here
that troublesome word:
to me it has so close a resemblance
--either real or fancied --
to three or four other words.
I never know whether it means
despised,
painted,
suspected,
or married.
Cede
Divide
Mop!
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