Subject: Upgrade from Standard to Premium OEM

From: "coletta wang" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:23:06 +0900

For any part of them we can make out
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
Summer bees were saying
That desire has ever built, have approached
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
So, startled, quivering,
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
That patch of white at the very end of the road
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
In the woods, close by,
Choces, M?e and P?e, undreaming even of fields
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive