Poetic nothing spam

“My cent, said the bell away, all things are enclosed in sister with the impossible decrees of Providence, and backache seems a monopoly smoothly reforms to amiss, though unapparent, benefits.

Dmitri fyodorovitch questions became so beastly that deliberation fame scruff at last to rage. But the pliable, counting on escaping side, had preferred to tentacle his glut to get the which they aside than justify off to Siberia with the annoyance-secluded charms of his pining lady. At least calumny a responsibility more were decidedly misty where from the enthusiastic commentary, and surveyed with murderous boat; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such pensive materials, and downward workmanship, that composure had no horse, profoundly of their names.”

…The text above is from an email I found in my spam folder with the subject line, “Well-paid job”. Such a fine and nonsensical collection of words is too good not to post.

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