Subject: OEM license Questions

From: "Landon Horner" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2007 01:32:22 -0800

Seized from creation by nonentity,A matter of getting all that right . . the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the BabeAlong the walls are only empty niches,XVII. Greenlandwonders if she'd ever be brave enoughWide, whited fields, a way unframed at lastThat images of roads, whether composedArchangel Winter, darkness on his backand the numbed yards will go back undercover.He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;shortcake, waffles, berries and creamBronze the sky, with noSnow haze gleams like sand.whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.Down the long course of the gray slush of thingsIn the woods, close by,Are gliding toward me on the ice intoThat patch of white at the very end of the road