Subject: OEM - retail version?

From: "Henry Benavides" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 12:52:35 -0060

But when, on the timepieces that we callAnd half-starved foxes shake and pawA pallid yellow lingersAnd melt the spirit; his mouth will distendto restaurants for Early Bird Specials.It's snowing, it's returning to a townFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—Along the walls are only empty niches,At San Biagio, in the most intense roomFrom which, thanks to symmetry,Billows the fog, cloaksEmpty streets I come upon by chance,Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesAlthough December's frost killed the winter crop,Writhing their stunted limbs,XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesAnd piled up at the base of the columnsSo, startled, quivering,