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A Spam Poem for DenimDemon

Water under the bridge. Your ass is grass. Timing is everything.
Sturdy as an oak. Stubborn as a mule. Rise and shine. The silly season.
Raking in the dough. Some like carrots others like cabbage. This is for
the birds. Rise and shine. What on earth? Water doesn't run uphill.
Water doesn't run uphill. They're like two peas in a pod. Rare as
walking on water. Wrinkled as a prune. Waking up with the chickens. A
snail's pace. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Spring to
mind. Up one side and down the other.

Your name is mud. A place in the sun. A rolling stone gathers no
moss. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. We'll hand you out to dry.
Salt of the Earth. A snail's pace. When pigs fly. Stop and smell the
roses. That's water under the bridge. There's no time like the present.
Timber! Timing is everything. You never miss the water till the well
runs dry. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. Say it with flowers.