October 2, 2005
I got this in a spam message a while ago. It is beautiful poetry.

one, and had reduced his private means, if they ever had been great She told me that she made a last request to me, and left me a last doors, and give me what-not fur to eat and drink, and show me where We must meet reverses boldly, and not suffer them to frighten us, I thought him looking as villainous as ever, and I replied that I encourage yourself - that you are engaged to a poor man - I had not walked out far enough to be quite clear of the town, upon someone else as I can now understand it was, but was not so