Poem Constructed from Viagra spam

She is out to twelve mon cher highly seen. She goes gingerly downhill.
Smile mon cher
smile exiles, table his legends,
and obey
the great plot he has construted.
He was out, terminating. Mon cher said an age, not a personal navigator,
makes the centre dragon twist.
Already there was too much used viagra in her.
Three americans, 140 – towels,
looking out the windows
they all took dizzy, and years went too, back as far as maps. Under foreign control
mon cher had guns, not nerve crack.  Twenty made mon cher a perpetual pair.
Who would it be? Who was to live? They raced rarely, but pitting outranked soliders
against sister was mean. It watched here know.  Mon cher take off the triumphant harness –
it could creak your back, and time could erase the shrubs off your empty face.
From the scheming, I was the international passport for another cher.
He was seating the tourists for two thousand a couple. He can't stop
the development over this city. "It worked out," he told his cher.
"The cat decompression is like losing the inside of an empire."
He wiped the viagra off mon cher and had his own space,
weeping and trusting her so. Rulers have said only three thin muffled words.
Later at the financial idea, everything slid down good.