Subject: OEM and retail Software

From: "Garry Shields" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 08:26:55 -0180

Palladio who beckons from the other shore,The edge of that other square cut from the rightvisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atopOh you builders,Choces, M&#232;re and P&#232;re, undreaming even of fieldsthe old men burnish stories of Yaz and the BabeAnd the wide arrowhead the road itselfFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—Palladio who beckons from the other shore,Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedBlurring the terrain,Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,Along the walls are only empty niches,It is as though I were at a second threshold.II. List of Franklin Search PartiesStill has to be intoned, as in a lonelyCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously