Spam poetry

Summer is coming, did you look in the mirror lately?

Dream of nice shape body, wake up with a new girl everyday

What kind of glory can we have?

He told me something about the shadows, that they were weird but harmless.

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Now I don't even look like the same man.

Don't lose your chance.