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ATT POETRY PEOPLE
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Posted 3 years ago #
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My world is twirling,
fluttering in the wind,
flying,
scattering,
shattered all over.
Its over,
my world,
is completely over.
finished,
its done.
and there's no putting it back
into its position
cuz it all fell
toppled from the sky
shattered to the ground.
my life is over.Posted 3 years ago # -
Not really a poem but just some "writing"
My therapist:
She carried me through,
fumbled along this treatorous journey,
pulled and chugged,
all along the bumpy rode.
She held my hand when I was in pain,
put her arm on my shoulder when I needed.
She was there through thick and thin,
always guiding me in the right direction,
putting my life in focus. She saved my life.
Not once, not twice, but too many to count.
She is priceless. She is the world's gift,
the one I can count on when nobody else cares.
The one who will never abandon me.
The only one in this whole wide, dark world who can actually
UNDERSTAND my depression.
I will forever owe thanks to you,
my name :)Posted 3 years ago # -
yitayningwut - what have you figured out these past days? How are you faring? i hope you work it out.
In case you didn't notice this poetry thread can have another name too imho (you think it up), not everything is in poetry form and it's not "meant" to be so either!
Blabla - hope you feeling better. That letter to your therapist must have made her glad.
Observanteen, welcome back to whenever that is!Posted 3 years ago # -
Hi, Princess! Wow, I got a welcome back before I even posted anything!;) See you tomorrow @ work...can't wait!
Posted 3 years ago # -
Hey! Yes, missed seeing you around ;) you've left me smiling! See ya tomorrow - so long till than!
Posted 3 years ago # -
Missed you too... Looking forward to talk to you tomorrow.:)
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Observanteen: ;)!
SaysMe - just looking over your poem again - you really have talent! You wrote such a nice one for ayc +1! Keep adding your comments and poems! And nice to "see" you in the other thread, thanks for posting there.Posted 3 years ago # -
Thanx PE. I'll try! Just a bit overloaded right now. IY"H soon!
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Princess - I'm doing well, thanx. Got a test coming up, lots of studying to do. Haven't figured out anything new lately, except that someone should start a compliment thread about you :)
Posted 3 years ago # -
Not really poetry...just writing (which is why I started the other thread which nobody was interested in):
I watch the young boy of maybe 3 run out to his mother. His tear-stained cheeks is all it takes to see he is very upset. He wails and wails as he falls into his mother's arms. She embraces him with a comforting word and a smile. Hugging him tightly, she reassures him that everything is fine. I watch in utter disgust. I stare, I cringe, and a tear drips from my eye. Why can't I have that? Why can't I have the mother to turn to when I'm in distress. Instead, I walk down the street, struggling to appear normal. Yet, inside, my wounds are burried deep within me in the crevices of my soul. My broken heart is hidden from the world. And I can't run to mommy in the street. Nobody's there to embrace me. Nobody's there to offer me comfort. That is why I'm crying.
Posted 3 years ago # -
That is poetry. Prose poetry. And poignant and deep.
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blabla: I am interested in your other thread, but didn't get the chance to write. Your piece is truly beautifully sad. I also wanted to tell you that I just read my diary, and I can say, I forget how HELPLESS I felt then. Blabla, I really do understand what you're going through. Hang in there!
I wrote this last night:
Dreams
Like all little girls
With long bouncy curls,
When day turned into night,
I'd hug my pillow tight
And dream...I'd see myself grow fast
I was a mother - at last!
I'd see myself scrubbing,
Cooking and rubbing,
Washing dirty faces,
Tying shoelaces...
I'd see the kids I'd nourish
And watch them flourish
I'd see my home so cozy,
My future - so rosy...Time passed on
My innocence long gone
No curls framed my face
Of the dream there wasn't a trace.
For my world had turned black
I was going off track
I was sucked into an abyss
And dreamed - for life's bliss...How I yearned for the dream of old
But I knew, it'll never unfold
I have gone astray
Here I was - so far away...My dream will IY"H soon take place
Hot tears flood my face
Hashem's kept His watchful eye
On my dream and I.
He waited, for me to redeem
My lifelong sweet dream.Posted 3 years ago # -
Thanks people!
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Blabla- ur really good!!!!!!!!!!! i get so much strength from ur poems. u sound like an amazing person.
They live behind white fences,
pretty gardens and manicured lawns.
Polished windows and mahagony doors.They live under sunny skies,
chances of showers here or there.
Warming suns and fluffy clouds.They live in turbulent houses,
broken furniture and leaking roofs.
Shattered dinnerware and torn wallpaper.They live sarrounded by nightmares,
haunting them wherever they go.
Frightening cries and silent ghosts.Posted 3 years ago # -
Kapusta, Thank you.
Puppy: Welcome back! We missed you. Your poem is well written and with such feeling. But who's 'they' and who's 'they'? :)Posted 3 years ago # -
its all people in the world in general. were all not what we seem to be
tnx.Posted 3 years ago # -
Depression’s creeping up on me.
I want to run, i want to flee.
i do not want to fall again
into the darkness with no end;
to once more be stuck down below,
covered in dirt, fallen so low.
i'm in a whirlpool, flailing ‘round,
as the waters pull me downPosted 3 years ago # -
see it coming, but cannot stop
watch as every level drops
and middos as they fall aside.
to stop the pain i turn to pride-
first, I can only focus on me.
Then wonder what’s the purpose for me to be?
Waves of emotions follow waves of numb
Wish i could run to someone.
looking for a warm embrace,
Someone to wipe the tears from my face.Posted 3 years ago # -
but each is busy with his own life,
Working, school, children, a wife.
why should they put it all aside
To come and sit right by my side
when their own duties call their name,
Like mine SHOULD be doing the same.
and yet, since when does depression follow
my schedule for today, tomorrow?Posted 3 years ago # -
It’s here to ruin my mood and ability
And mess with my mobility
i want to stay in bed all day.
or sit in the park. Or run away.
i'm playing on a slippery slope,
losing grip and losing hope
dangerous rocks wait below.
every step must be taken slowPosted 3 years ago # -
one loose pebble can make me fall
and cause me lose it all.
looking for a life rope quick
before i give myself the kick
that'll send me tumbling as i fall
off that slippery scary wallPosted 3 years ago # -
yitayningwut, thanks! i appreciate that comment - kapusta if you're reading this than thanks for the THOUGHT too.
Observanteen -absoulutly great, great and great again. Teach me how you do it ;)
Puppy - welcome back! Missed you too! It's written well, and it's sad and yes, true.. our job is to keep going and try to do what we can and with our experience we know that, hey, people don't live in glass houses. Even if we think we know we don't.
SaysMe - i hope that you aren't feeling that way now. Is this something you wrote now or time back? It's written so beautifully!Observanteen - heyy, i was out, try again!!
Posted 3 years ago # -
Duh. Not the greatest time for me now:(
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PE- unfortunately now with the experience and fears of then. I did say i was overloaded. I'd luv to comment and compliment the powerful peoms (and prose) that went up here this past wk. It was really truly amazing and moving and strong. Unfortunately, no individual responses from me this time... Too preoccupied with my emotions. Keep up the writing- its majorly supportive to hear how strong ppl are and want to be, and how sensitive and deep you all are.
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Observanteen - don't give up if you want! ;) Not the greatest time for me now for some reason.
SaysMe i'm really sorry to hear that. i really hope it will work out okay. Keep us posted! and thank you for your warm words.
Blabla, this is in no way dismissing anything you said or felt. I'm not sure why i'm posting this but this is what came to mind after reading yours - i just wanted to continue it!
(Continued from Blabla's post above)
...I cry harder, the tears collected into a river of pain. I look towards the little boy again, and I can look no longer. The pain! It brings up all the pain all over again.
I close my eyes tight. I don’t want to see! I too wish for that comfort! I want to be able to run into my mommy’s loving arms, I want to be understood, accepted, and loved. I yearn with every fibre of my being, somebody, care!!
The little boy’s golden locks dance cruelly in front of my eyes. I reach out, trying to touch them, but he dances away…away… and his mocking laughter is left ringing in my ears.
What will be when this little boy is no longer little? Will he still be running to his mommy’s hugs? Will his mommy still be there to comfort him, to understand him, to care for him? Who will be there to answer his questions, doubts and fears? To guide him through his struggles, worries and pain?
Is there anybody to turn to? I push the little boy out of my mind. I realise that if nobody is there to comfort me, I will have to comfort myself. If nobody can encourage me, I have to encourage myself. And if nobody will care for me … (sigh) yes, I will have to care for myself.
Through my tears, I look up heavenwards. I know that G-d is there, that He is listening to me, that He understands me, and yes, He surely loves me. I know that although I can’t always see this and sometimes I may feel I can’t look up to Him, I know that He understands that too.
I sigh, take a deep breath and bite on my lower lip hard. Keep strong, I repeat to myself. Just keep going… you can do this. And yes, G-d will be there all the way through, if I will let him in.
Just keep going… you are doing great. Remember, we win some and we lose some, but the main thing is just to go forward.Posted 3 years ago # -
Woah. Princess, that's just...unbelievably well put. Amazing! Sorry, don't think I'll get to it tonight. I would suggest that you check your voicemail though...
Posted 3 years ago # -
princess- WOW. ouch, hit home. THAT's the inner strength i wish i can create.
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hey, thanks! You like? i'm glad..
SaysMe, it's not easy. Rather, it's difficult, very, very much so. Perhaps because of the difficulty we have to fight it all the more. You have to find the tools and the words that will speak to YOU as an individual. (You - to every1 of us reading this!) We HAVE to keep going, keep pushing, keep praying and KEEP HOPING!!!! Being positive, laughing of the intensity, seeing the good, helps a lot, although it takes so much energy. (or perhaps BECAUSE it takes so much energy.)
You CAN create that strength. You CAN do it. Believe in yourself!!
Rooting for you.Posted 3 years ago # -
Betrayal
What a word, what a feeling.
A slap in the face,
A punch to the gut.
Total feeling of discard,
Of dismissal, of uncaring.
All the trust thrown away
In just a few words
As he threw the daggers,
Unaware of the danger/impact.
I heard each door slam
Closing the hallway opened
Between us over time
And as the stabs continued
They approached ever closer
Each addition, repetition
Deeper, harder
Twisting in my stomach
Until it went too farPosted 3 years ago # -
No more doors to slam
To protect myself from pain
Broke all the barriers
And continued on
And broke my heart
It shattered audibly
It shook my very being
How I had trusted
How I had believed
Naively accepted each word
Had faith when told
That those slights and slips
I threw in my pain
Forgiven and forgotten
But alas, it was not soPosted 3 years ago # -
It all came pouring down
A pot overflowing
Boiling with hurt
Turned back on its creator
To teach a lesson
To show the power
But without any warning
Left me cowering and shaking
In pain. Broken, alone
How could he?
How could he?Posted 3 years ago # -
Don't really know if this makes any sense. Don't know what kind of writing it is!
I gaze at the glistening water,
the sun shining down upon it,
the serene atmosphere amidst,
the fresh scent of the beach,
the crashing of the waves,
the breeze flying by,
the smiles around.
everyone's relaxed,
everyone's at peace.
if only,
if only i can sit,
spend more time there,
instead of this foreboding building i enter every day,
its white shiny walls loaded with GO decorations,
wicked teachers and blissfully unaware students,
judging,
evaluating,
the cruelty of that place.
Yet i enter my home,
the red brick walls that greet me on my walk home,
not much more welcoming,
I enter a warzone,
I go from fire to burning,
I go from worst to 2nd worst.Posted 3 years ago # -
The aroma of freshly baked goods,
the look of heaven scented chocolate,
rolls of scrumptious croissants and danishes,
its all sick.
the fat that results,
the rolls of goo,
not worth it.
i briskly walk down the street,
pass a salon,
the heaven scent of perfume,
manicures,
lotions,
that appeals,
that begs for my attention.
I want to be pretty,
I want to be skinnyPosted 3 years ago # -
It makes perfect sense. Struggles and temptation everywhere you turn.
And it's the same kind of writing as my last posts :).Posted 3 years ago # -
I heard this vort once and i really liked it. I've heard with variations too, but the original way i learned it was based i think on the pasuk from Eshes Chayil, "Sheker hachein, vhevel hayofi. Isha yiras Hashem hee tishallal." The question: how come we're saying chein and yofi are completely unimportant, but yet we are supposed to look dignified and nice? Yes it's not important, but beauty is something-noone can say it's completely nothing. BUT only if it comes after yiras Hashem.
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Looks are whole bunch of zeros. you can have or want a lot of 0's- be it skinny, curves, pretty, hair, clothes, jewelry, makeup..... But alone, it's just that- a bunch of Zeros-worth nothing, and doing nothing.unless you put a 1 in front. Only if it is PRECEDED by yiras Hashem can it do something. Yiras Hashem gives us true beauty- INNER beauty.
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Only once we have it shining from within, can anything else enhance. Otherwise it's like getting all dressed up to sit in a dark room. We need the light. And once we have that, we'll clearly see what really enhances that inner beauty and what only detracts and hides it.
I liked it. You don't have to. But i wanted to share :)and i wish i could post long posts...
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The little girl is crying,
over her poor doll that's lost,
adults think its a joke,
oh how much does it cost?!But to the wailing little girl,
it means the world to her and more,
she was a carefree happy child,
life was great before.The tears are trickling down,
her piercing cries are intense,
she's desperate for her baby,
to others makes no sense.to me it seems so petty,
balling over a silly doll,
but really its something more,
for attention that's her call.The pitiful girl feels hopeless,
pointless and ignored,
abandoned and alone,
friendless, lost and bored.There's an underlying cause,
to her abundant tears,
she feels the pain of an adult,
although so young in years.Parents, what have you done?
your children are in distress,
you think they don't understand things,
and their needs you constantly suppress.They're smarter than you think,
their cognition is much higher,
wake up, pay attention to their needs,
some care they do require.Posted 3 years ago # -
Blabla: that was amazing! totally.
saysme: that was really nice. i liked it.A thousand words of kindness.
will not take away hurt.
A thousand words of love,
will not take away hate.The hate,
latches on,
digs deeper,
searing pain,
sends you in a spiral,
downward.The love,
touches the surface,
gently caressing,
warm and cozy,
slides off quickly,
leaving a gaping hole.Posted 3 years ago # -
blaba, that was a wonderful poem, and it is so true. I was once told that a child losing/breaking a toy car is just as tragic for the child as it is for an adult to have a real car stolen/destroyed. And we should always look at it that way so we don't ignore the child's pain.
Posted 3 years ago # -
you can break a heart,
in just a moment,
but can't put it together,
unjust atonement.
Can cause lasting trauma,
in a second's event,
a smooth surface,
a permanent dent.
you can tear apart,
knots of thick rope,
takes year to replace,
lost of all hope.
you can destroy a life,
in an unmindful word,
but the once clear vision,
forever now blurred.
you can shatter the glass,
of a crystal clear window,
can't glue it together,
forever a shadow.
you can tear a paper,
shred it all through,
can't piece it together,
it was done by you.
my friend watch your words,
more powerful than you think,
you can change someone's world,
in less than a blink.Posted 3 years ago # -
A group of chatty girls,
passed by on my way,
blissfully unaware,
that they ruined my day.
I was crushed once more,
at the sight I'd just seen,
I was feeling inferior
not calm and serene.
They entered the shop,
each coated with fashion,
adorned with the latest,
they each showed their pashion.
So shallow in their minds,
all they care for is looks,
and A+s on tests,
teachers and books.
But deep in my heart,
something was tugging,
a string was unlatched,
up a mountain chugging.
in the middle of progressing,
coming close up,
why did they shove me down?
in this endless deep cup.
I observed them so carefree,
I stared, was in awe,
their innocent, naivety,
that's what I just saw.Posted 3 years ago # -
blabla: re you can break a heart. U know exactly what i mean! (or do i know exactly what u mean?)Thank you for putting my emotions to words.
and just like we all have to grasp this concept of a child's pain, why do people have a hard time knowing what seems insignificant to them can be devastating for another? You have an amazing talent for poetry, and for expressing feelings and messages in a touching way
and puppy, you put the feeling into words beautifully. Someone crushes you, and thinks a kind act cancels out that pain, but it doesn't always work like that! I love ur writing style btw.Posted 3 years ago # -
Here is a poem I wrote a while ago:
THE GIFT:
The gift box is wrapped
Looking beautiful with its ribbon
Should you dare open it?
After all- to you its been givenBefore your hands touch the box
You pause and give a smile
To the giver of the gift
Appreciating her all the whileYou tear open the paper
Your mouth open wide
As you find THE gift you've wanted
And you become teary-eyedYour so thankful right then
You have such a wonderful friend
Who's always thinking about you
And whos always there to lendTake a minute to draw
A parable in your mind
That Gift is your very own life
Given to you by Hashem- so kindSo beautifully wrapped
You enter this world so anew
About to start life's mission
As a true person and JewPause for a moment
Remember life's just a gift to you
Remember who its from
And appreciate that tooWith each and every step you take
And every breathe and movement too
Should make us more aware
Of Hashem's gifts that He give to youPosted 3 years ago # -
Thanks guys for the encouragement! I will never forget the 1st time I posted I was sure I was the worst writer on this thread!
Posted 3 years ago # -
The Chaos (by G. Nolst Trenit, a.k.a. "Charivarius"; 1870 - 1946)
Dearest creature in creation
Studying English pronunciation,I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse and worseI will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.Tear in eye your dress you'll tear,
So shall I! Oh, hear my prayer,Pray, console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!Just compare heart, beard and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written).Made has not the sound of bade,
Say said, pay-paid, laid, but plaid.Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as vague and ague,But be careful how you speak,
Say break, steak, but bleak and streak.Previous, precious, fuchsia, via,
Pipe, snipe, recipe and choir,Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, shoe, poem, toe.Hear me say, devoid of trickery:
Daughter, laughter and Terpsichore,Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles.
Exiles, similes, reviles.Wholly, holly, signal, signing.
Thames, examining, combiningScholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war, and far.From "desire": desirable--admirable from "admire."
Lumber, plumber, bier, but brier.Chatham, brougham, renown, but known.
Knowledge, done, but gone and tone,One, anemone. Balmoral.
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel,Gertrude, German, wind, and mind.
Scene, Melpomene, mankind,Tortoise, turquoise, chamois-leather,
Reading, reading, heathen, heather.This phonetic labyrinth
Gives moss, gross, brook, brooch, ninth, plinth.Billet does not end like ballet;
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet;Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.Banquet is not nearly parquet,
Which is said to rime with "darky."Viscous, Viscount, load, and broad.
Toward, to forward, to reward.And your pronunciation's O.K.,
When you say correctly: croquet.Rounded, wounded, grieve, and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive, and live,Liberty, library, heave, and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven,We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.Mark the difference, moreover,
Between mover, plover, Dover,Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police, and lice.Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label,Petal, penal, and canal,
Wait, surmise, plait, promise, pal.Suit, suite, ruin, circuit, conduit,
Rime with "shirk it" and "beyond it."But it is not hard to tell,
Why it's pall, mall, but Pall Mall.Muscle, muscular, gaol, iron,
Timber, climber, bullion, lion,Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, and chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor,Ivy, privy, famous, clamour
And enamour rime with hammer.Pussy, hussy, and possess,
Desert, but dessert, address.Golf, wolf, countenance, lieutenants.
Hoist, in lieu of flags, left pennants.River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.Stranger does not rime with anger.
Neither does devour with clangour.Soul, but foul and gaunt but aunt.
Font, front, won't, want, grand, and grant.Shoes, goes, does. Now first say: finger.
And then: singer, ginger, linger,Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, age.Query does not rime with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.Dost, lost, post; and doth, cloth, loth;
Job, Job; blossom, bosom, oath.Though the difference seems little,
We say actual, but victual.Seat, sweat; chaste, caste.; Leigh, eight, height;
Put, nut; granite, and unite.Reefer does not rime with deafer,
Feoffer does, and zephyr, heifer.Dull, bull, Geoffrey, George, ate, late,
Hint, pint, Senate, but sedate.Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific,Tour, but our and succour, four,
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.Sea, idea, guinea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria,Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean,
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion with battalion.Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, key, quay.Say aver, but ever, fever.
Neither, leisure, skein, receiver.Never guess--it is not safe:
We say calves, valves, half, but Ralph.Heron, granary, canary,
Crevice and device, and eyrie,Face but preface, but efface,
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust, and scour, but scourging,Ear but earn, and wear and bear
Do not rime with here, but ere.Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew, Stephen,Monkey, donkey, clerk, and jerk,
Asp, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.Pronunciation--think of psyche--!
Is a paling, stout and spikey,Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing "groats" and saying "grits"?It's a dark abyss or tunnel,
Strewn with stones, like rowlock, gunwale,Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict, and indict!Don't you think so, reader, rather,
Saying lather, bather, father?Finally: which rimes with "enough"
Though, through, plough, cough, hough, or tough?Hiccough has the sound of "cup."
My advice is--give it up!Posted 3 years ago # -
mr moderator
went on an elevator
looked for the time
and found out how to spell rhyme.Posted 3 years ago # -
I didn't know if this belongs here or in unsent letters, and it doesn't compare to the stuff you guys have been posting, but it was definitely born of pain:
Dear Rebbes,
When you’re fed up and frustrated with my son because
He won’t take notes in class
He won’t ‘look in’ or give the impression of making an effort
He won’t keep his comments to himself.
Or his hands either.
When you have had enough of him not being the one who
Attended the optional class
Wrote the winning essay
Or placed in the science fair.
I hope you will stop and take the time to notice that
He is also not the one who throws papers on the floor in the hallway
He doesn’t leave his dirty plate on the lunch table
He never takes food from the other boys bins
He doesn’t text in class
He is not the one who rides other kids bikes without permission
Or puts English music on his ipod.
Though he may fail your written tests, he learned your lessons.
He listened to your tone, and he felt your passion.
Though you wished you could teach him Rashi, you taught him persistence, consistency and taking risks.
From some of you he learned about power and abuse.
From others, trust and safety.
For those of you who taught my son the person, instead of my son the student, I thank you for making him the Gd fearing, beautiful, boy that he is.Signed,
His momPosted 3 years ago #
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