Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!

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I met her in a treehouse all hunched over,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili with a wetback,
and I knew no guy would ever love her more.

The painters knew I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel while in labor,
I pushed her off the bridge and waved goodbye.

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