Subject: Marco

From: " fanchon" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 01:59:48 +0800

Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
That open before me? What I see
Dim, and die tonight?
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
From which, thanks to symmetry,
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Given by nature will soak into it.
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
XX. To the Pole
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
Trampled snow is the only rose.
But when, on the timepieces that we call
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking