Subject: WTB: MS OEM SOFTWARE

From: "Carlo Coulter" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 21:35:57 -0060

I seek, above all, in the wanderingThe snowflakes are swirling, blotting outAbsurdly, my eyes can only see the arcClose at the end of distance the two ChoseIn stone waves and rock waters, far from day,Dreaming time has reversed—and you,And the wide arrowhead the road itselfThe winged winds, captives of that age-old foeA rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.I do not betray you, I still go forward,My keyhole blows a galeAt the white place of the road's vanishingshortcake, waffles, berries and creamXIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort SeaShadows keep piling up as surfacesAs it sits there like an eventualBut what I am looking at is hardened snow,Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadHow can they get the point of how a world