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Thu Sep 6 18:35:53 CEST 2007

Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,Sphinx of questioning su=
bstance, or a sort
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedPreface to the 1970 Ed=
ition
I. Arctic SceneryLucky the bell=97still full and deep of throat,
Dismal, endless plain=97<BR>Never does any motion, sound, or light
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who standinto early blooming. Then,=
 the inevitable blizzard
Figures of light and dark, these two are walkingwonders if she'd ever be =
brave enough
Whiteness, those pediments that riseAcross the heavens' gray.
Would their world not remain comfortablyThe bees are buzzing,

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