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P.S. I'M the Salesman

I spill my heart, I spill my guts, And you may ask, Why all this fuss? Owners Selling Dogs, Owners Selling Guns, Oh there is more, And it's been great fun. Day after day, month after month, Countless are the hours I spend, To create this behemoth, Seemingly to no end. Owners Selling Cars, Owners Selling Trucks, Oh there is so much more, But I'm having no luck. So to you I turn, To seek your advice, Do I have more to learn, Or will this suffice? Owners Selling Motorcycles, Owners Selling Motorhomes, But one thing I just wish is, I didn't have to do this on my own. No brokers, no dealers, No agents or salesmen, You'd think that clients, Would now be rushing in. Owners Selling Businesses, Owners Selling Real Estate, Look and you will find, The greatest I could create. So if you have the time, To surf the net some, Check out my sites, And just add dot com Owners Selling Boats, Owners Selling Land, Please just take a look, P.S. I'm the salesman.

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Date: 12/25/2010 2:25:00 PM
Congratulations on your featured poetry this week Michael. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/22/2010 11:44:00 AM
Great plug my poetic salesman friend! Congrats on your featrue...Lay
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