Subject: OEM vs refill

From: "gabriellia stepha" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 13:34:48 -0600

What? What can you do?
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
The road, but not far enough ahead
Yes. The obvious
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
But when, on the timepieces that we call
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Or by the loud hand of painting, always puts.
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
The bees are buzzing,
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
References
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,