Subject: OEM vs Retail Version

From: "abner gray" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2007 11:09:17 +0900

wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
By bloody pool뾯attling, gasping his last.
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Homeward into the howling woods, although
And I would like
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously