Subject: OEM Software In General

From: "scotti byram" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 14:17:03 -0500

Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
To a higher level of appearance.
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Preface to the 1948 Edition
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
Onto my frozen fingers.
뾐ow that you notice it뾥ave just moved past
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
By bloody pool뾯attling, gasping his last.
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.