Subject: Mohamed - 100% results.

From: "damien beret" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 19:59:42 +0900

VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Astonished that you have returned to go
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Away, my songs, must we go
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
I bring down a bit of its light
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Will sound, then the Lord's face will luminesce
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Late February, and the air's so balmy
Summer bees were saying
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
As if your human shape were what the storm
Choces, M?e and P?e, undreaming even of fields