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From: "Les Graves" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 01:26:05 -0900

Billows the fog, cloaksEnd of the comedy.Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeingOf a far barn, just where the road curves sharplyA kind of snow, which hesitatesXII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin SearchThat rings, with faithful tongue, its pious noteLate February, and the air's so balmyAmid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands blackBut what I am looking at is hardened snow,snowdrops and crocuses might be fooledXI. Franklin's Last VoyagePeople might see to be the openingwith visors. Their brave recreational vehiclesI. Further Exploration of SpitsbergenToward something that the world is pointing towardThe flakes which have stolen onto the flagstonesFloating on the sky.VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay