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I offer here another in my series of spam poems, made from subject lines in my trash folder. The poem's title is the most intriguing of these finds, consisting of five words in a row spelled incorrectly but somehow still mysteriously comprehensible on some level. These words wash up on my shore like driftwood, and I cannot ignore them.

do hear the stupidity psychologist
i watch at quizzical impair
he buy at advanced satisfying
i fly by peelings landlady
her think do bluebird
are worry by auction
have drive in millepede
no close be pseudonymous sharkskin
in count of titleholder
which swim or nonchalance jeer
go ask to gibe violate