Lit by passing headlights, SPAM Casts a long shadow. But I also know that the SPAM knows that I know. When the SPAM was fried, Its grease marked the edge of one Of many circles. At the smell of SPAM, Even bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. Smoke issues from the Kitchen.
Dogs retch in gutters.
SPAM must be cooking. The aisles were empty. They would always be empty. SPAM sat on the shelf. Place unopened can on rail.