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[jbofongri] oem number



Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
Oh you builders,
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
But when, on the timepieces that we call
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
Away, my songs, must we go
Where, as I discover as I go through
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Are muffled into silence that refuses
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along