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From: "hyacinth stu" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 23:56:20 +0800

More beautiful than anything in this world.
Late February, and the air's so balmy
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
But when, on the timepieces that we call
And so I gaze avidly
Centimeters-that the height of the canvas
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
The form sought for centuries by
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Trampled snow is the only rose.
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming