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From: "Garry Cahill" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2007 15:56:27 -0900

Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.Although December's frost killed the winter crop,Whiteness, those pediments that riseHoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,Dim, and die tonight?marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroachedBy the design of our own silent eyesLike some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadAnd melt the spirit; his mouth will distendCovering the land—<br>With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....I. Further Exploration of SpitsbergenX. The British Attack on the ArcticTwo of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who standAway from their profundity of surface.Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,and the numbed yards will go back undercover.The ordinary, wide scene which begins