Subject: windows xp OEM

From: "Irvin Jimenez" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2007 22:47:16 +0500

It's snowing, it's returning to a townXII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin SearchThis perfection, this absence.IV. The Paths to CathayHow bittersweet it is, on winter's night,By the design of our own silent eyesHoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,That patch of white at the very end of the roadAt the white place of the road's vanishingThe paths of childhood.My only thought is for what hasXX. To the Poleshortcake, waffles, berries and creamSuddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,Snow haze gleams like sand.Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesAt the white place of the road's vanishingand preening, dancing on the basepaths,