Hello, My Dear

A year ago you came to Russia.
I remember you.
Do you remember
How we made love in your car?
I remember you like it was perfect-
The stars, moon, sky, and the lights of the city.
Here in Russia that does not happen again.
Come to me.
I wait here for my very sweet, my good man.
Come to me.
Drop me to the page.
You want what would be good?
Come to me.
If you don’t mind,
If you want to marry Russian beauty,
Write to me.

2 Responses to “Hello, My Dear”

  1. January 28, 2010 at 17:05

    I think I got the same spam you got! Yours is always a fun read. This is no different. I literally laughed out loud. Thank you.

  2. 2 Ramona W
    January 28, 2010 at 17:14

    Well, once I read the part of the spam about “Do you remember how we made love in your car” I knew what had to be done with this. I should be thanking the spammers for sending me inspiration. This is probably my fourth spam poem over the last year.

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