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Love poem
2008-07-24 01:17:00 Sometimes you can see the sun going down a littleIn a fraction of a second she seems to shiver and hold her breathNobody knows what causes this sudden disruptionMaybe it is a hesitation of the thermal radiation coming from her tachoclineOr maybe it is the supergranulation reprogramming its electromagnetic wavesOr perhaps it is Aton's fury finally erupting after old Egypt's betrayalOr maybe it is because she mourns for her child who died a sad deaht* of windShe perhaps sighs and then sinks a little to enforce her strength into the hearts of peopleWe do not know, but it sure is sad...*why I (mis)spelled it this way? Well because the big Internet G does not allow such words....
Rumi poem in The Kite Runner movie
2008-07-08 16:07:00 i just watched the movie Kite Runner, and its a 2007 Academy Award-nominated film directed by Marc Forster based on the novel of the same name by Khaled Hosseini. if you still haven't watched it, you must. its a movie that simply touches the heart.once you watch the movie, there are two lines of the movie that remains in the mind:"there is a way to be good again.""for you, a thousand times over."i loved the poem of Mevlana Rumi recited by the main character, Amir when he was a boy, fleeing to Pakistan as refugee from homeland during Soviet invasion of Afghanistan.Here is the poem (from Mathnawi 1 , 1510 - 1513):Who are we in this complicated world?if we come to sleepwe are His drowsy ones.and if we come to wakewe are in His hands.if we come to weeping,we are His cloud full of raindrops.and if we come to laughing,we are His lightning in that moment.if we come to anger and battle,it is the reflection of His wrath.and if we come to peace and pardon,it is the reflection of His love.Who...
Come To Understand (An Inspirational Poem To Begin The Week)
2008-07-07 16:08:00 Author unknownLife grows brighter when you come to understand. Live with a love and thankfulness for life, and your understanding of it will become more valuable.Come to understand that the other people in your world have perspectives, purposes and priorities that are different than yours. It will save you from a lot of needless frustration and anger.Come to understand that loss is a part of life. And you always have every reason and ability to heal.Come to understand that giving and receiving are always inseparable. The level of abundance you experience is equal to the value and goodness flowing out from you.Come to understand that sometimes the most powerful response is patience. There are many battles you do not really need to fight.Come to understand that whatever may have been or wherever you may find yourself, you always have a choice. Choose to live each moment with positive purpose, and you will truly come to understand.Related PostsMotivation Boost To Keep You Strong-It Wil...
By: Enhance Life
What I tell you three times is true
2008-06-30 23:00:00 "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,As he landed his crew with care;Supporting each man on the top of the tideBy a finger entwined in his hair."Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:That alone should encourage the crew.Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:What I tell you three times is true."Source:Lewis Carroll. The Hunting of the Snark: an Agony in Eight Fits, Fit the First: The Landing.http://www.gutenberg.or-g/ebooks/13
By: Mind of guanaco
The Stranger
2008-06-28 23:00:00 Rudyard KiplingThe Stranger within my gate,He may be true or kind,But he does not talk my talk?I cannot feel his mind.I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,But not the soul behind.The men of my own stock,They may do ill or well,But they tell the lies I am wonted to,They are used to the lies I tell;And we do not need interpretersWhen we go to buy or sell.The Stranger within my gates,He may be evil or good,But I cannot tell what powers control?What reasons sway his mood;Nor when the Gods of his far-off landShall repossess his blood.The men of my own stock,Bitter bad they may be,But, at least, they hear the things I hear,And see the things I see;And whatever I think of them and their likesThey think of the likes of me.This was my father's beliefAnd this is also mine:Let the corn be all one sheaf?And the grapes be all one vine,Ere our children's teeth are set on edgeBy bitter bread and wine.
By: Mind of guanaco
?Ted? a poem by Ivor Griffiths 2007
2008-06-15 18:44:00 Ted Quark stood with shoulders broken like cracked paving slabs, crumbling. He twitched and wobbled with worry, sweating with strife.The crowd?s surge like a river of mud, smelling of rot and disease. Quark stood amongst the midden, shifty looking, eyes darting like swallows or the flick of a Tiger’s tail. He mouthed a word; a deaf mute’s mewl:“Quark” People swarmed around him, blank-eyed and symbiotic, grey and ...
Nostalgia
2008-06-14 02:00:00 Billy Collins Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.Everyone would pause for beer and onions in the afternoon,and at night we would play a game called "Find the Cow."Everything was hand-lettered then, not like today.Where has the summer of 1572 gone? Brocade and sonnetmarathons were the rage. We used to dress up in the flagsof rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone.Out on the dance floor we were all doing the Strugglewhile your sister practiced the Daphne all alone in her room.We borrowed the jargon of farriers for our slang.These days language seems transparent a badly broken code.The 1790's will never come again. Childhood was big.People would take walks to the very tops of hillsand write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.Our collars were high and our...
By: Mind of guanaco
?How Do You Heal a Broken Heart?? new poem by Erwin A. Thompson
2008-06-09 14:57:00 My father woke up in the night last week with part of this poem in his mind and walked into his dining room office to write it down on a construction clipboard on blue-lined paper….which is where I found it when I came to visit. As we chatted about it, I suggested it might be ...
The Invitation
2008-06-08 20:00:00 Oriah Mountain DreamerIt doesn?t interest me what you do for a living.I want to know what you ache forand if you dare to dream of meeting your heart?s longing.It doesn?t interest me how old you are.I want to know if you will risk looking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive.It doesn?t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrowif you have been opened by life?s betrayalsor have become shrivelled and closedfrom fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit with painmine or your ownwithout moving to hide itor fade itor fix it.I want to know if you can be with joymine or your ownif you can dance with wildnessand let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toeswithout cautioning usto be carefulto be realisticto remember the limitations of being human.It doesn?t interest me if the story you are telling meis true.I want to know if you candisappoint anotherto be true to your...
By: Mind of guanaco
Catullus 101
2008-06-08 20:00:00 Gaius Valerius CatullusThis elegy poem is addressed to Catullus' dead brother or, strictly speaking, to the "mute ashes" that are all that remain of his brother's body.Lat?naMult?s per gent?s et multa per aequora vectusadveni? h?s miser?s, fr?ter, ad ?nferi?s,ut t? postr?m? d?n?rem m?nere mortiset m?tam n?qu?quam alloquerer cinerem.quandoquidem fort?na mih? t?t? abstulit ipsum.heu miser indign? fr?ter ad?mpte mihi,nunc tamen intere? haec, pr?sc? quae m?re parentumtr?dita sunt tr?st? m?nere ad ?nferi?s,accipe fr?tern? multum m?nantia fl?t?,atque in perpetuum, fr?ter, av? atque val?.EnglishHaving traveled through many nations and many seas,I arrive, Brother, for these poor funeral rites,That I might render you the last dues of the deadAnd might speak in vain to the silent ash.Since Fortune has stolen you yourself from me,Alas, wretched brother stolen undeservedly from me,Meanwhile, however, receive these which in the ancient custom of our parentswere handed down as a sad gift for fu...
By: Mind of guanaco
Machine of Vending Poem
2008-06-03 19:48:00 Machine of Vending With salty sweets And chewy treats It’s a buffet inside a box. Gum and chips, And licorice whips, It’s food around the clock. When hunger hits It never quits, So bring with you some change. The machine of vending Waits defending, Ready to exchange. Pennies, dimes - They’re all fine. No coin will be denied. You won’t find pickles, But for a few nickles, You can score a treat inside. Thirsty ...
“The Veterinarian Prayer” Double Matted Poem Poetry Gift
2008-06-03 12:10:00 Manufacturer: Genie's Poetry Product Description:Get that special someone a unique gift that will touch their heart and soul with an expression of love.... There's nothing like a personalized gift that will remind them of your special relationship. 8 x 10 Double Matted Print. Verse is ...... "The Veterinarian Prayer"......Dear Lord,...... I ask that you guide my hands......... And fill my heart with compassion & love,...... as I tend to the animals...... that are brought before me....... When I am tired...grant me...... the energy to persevere....... When I am unsure, grant me...... the wisdom to make the right choices......... When I am saddened...grant me...... the ability to share my sorrow....... When I am running behind schedule......... Grant me the patience to focus on...... what is in front of me....... When I am overwhelmed,...... grant me a quiet space to collect my thoughts....... Fill me with a thirst for knowledge,...... so that I may remain current in my thinking...
Love poem
2008-05-31 22:00:00 WomanBefore I lay me down to sleep,I pray for a man, who's not a creep,One who's handsome, smart and strong.One who loves to listen long,One who thinks before he speaks,One who'll call, not wait for weeks.I pray he's gainfully employed,When I spend his cash, he won't be annoyed.Pulls out my chair and opens my door,Massages my back and begs to do more.Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?I pray that this man will love me to no end,And always be my very best friend.ManI pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac withhuge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,and loves to send me fishing and hunting. Thisdoesn't rhyme and I don't give a crap.
By: Mind of guanaco
sabra/ shatilla: in sorrow poem by sam hamod
2008-05-29 22:55:00 poem for your anthology or use, salamat, professor sam hamod, ph.d. Sabra/Shatilla: In Sorrow By Sam Hamod It is nothing, the blood red into stony ground nothing, we can say nothing, the flares red and white, blue, nothing against black sky, faces flur, nothing sharp rope... Click on the headlines to read the full story!
OPW: ?Man Writes Poem?
2008-05-27 21:28:00 I like this one by Jay Leeming, not least of all because it reminds me of something I wrote. This just in a man has begun writing a poem in a small room in Brooklyn. His curtains are apparently blowing in the breeze. We go now to our man Harry on the scene, what’s the story down there Harry? “Well ...
Hardtimes Lessons: ?Moonlighting,? story and poem by William T. Dawson
2008-05-27 14:45:00 William T. Dawson’s poem “Moonlighting” is a poem of an event from the 1980s (when some of us remember the recession). Dawson’s poem speaks to our times as hard times cycle back around. I asked William to tell us a bit about the context surrounding writing his poem. This is what he said: I write primarily ...
Lizzie Borden
2008-05-27 06:10:00 Lizzie Borden took an axeAnd gave her mother forty whacks.And when she saw what she had doneShe gave her father forty-one.
By: Mind of guanaco
?Memorial Day??poem by Phillip Dodds
2008-05-26 15:14:00 My cousin (on my father’s side…Aunt Eleanor’s oldest child of seven children) Phillip Dodds served in the Air Force from November, 1958 to November, 1966 on three bases: Lackland Air Force Base in Texas; Keesler Air Force base in Mississippi; and Eglin Air Force base in Florida. Phillip did not experience the combat experience or ...
Write a Poem, Haiku or limerick
2008-05-26 10:55:00 The best functionality of this new attuworld is easy commenting, so go ahead, write a Poem, Haiku or limerick!
By: Attuworld
Heart Talk?poem duet by Grace Madison & Ernest Dempsey
2008-05-24 23:44:00 “Deep listening from the heart is one half of true communication. Speaking from the heart is the other half.” ?Sara Paddison, author Hidden Power of the Heart When I sent this quotation to my friend Grace Madison (she is the mother of Curt Madison, one of my high school chums who know bases in Alaska), she wrote back ...
The definition of occupation: A Palestinian student's poem - WOW!!
2008-05-22 23:41:00 Poem by an 11th Grade Palestinian student This simple but expressive poem is attempted on the lines of traditional Arabic poetry, i.e. where every line should rhyme (couplets). What is amazing is not only the content and sentiment, but the ability to use good English and compress a great... Click on the headlines to read the full story!
What Poem Are You? : Tuesday's Question
2008-05-21 00:26:00 Five comments of fantastic poetry posted! Just click "Read More" What Poem Are You? We all have a poem that speaks to us personally, whether we know it or not, because poets have the ability to tap into our feelings as if they’ve stepped inside our head and read our emotions and thoughts from a personally charted chalkboard. Great poets have influenced our society for centuries, contributing rare insight into the human spirit. Bob Dylan once said; “There would be no music without the words” and I will add, there would be no words without the poets, writers, songwriters and playwrights among us... We all have a poem. Hence, this Tuesday’s Question asks, What Poem Are You? Or on the other hand, you could ask the question, What Poem Is Yours? There are poets among us everywhere, not just the ones who are famous, but many are on the internet, and in books whose names are unknown, because some prefer to remain anonymous. Although, I’m th...
Minbari Rebirth ceremony
2008-05-16 11:00:00 Will you follow meinto fire,into storm,into darkness,into death?And the Nine said, yes.Then do this as testimonyto the One who will followwho will bring deathcouched in the promise of new lifeand renewaldisguised as defeat.From birth, through death and renewal, wemust put aside old things, old fears, old lives.This is your deaththe death of fleshthe death of painthe death of yesterday.Taste of it!Taste of it!Be not afraid,for I am with you,till the end of time.
By: Mind of guanaco
Father's poem dedicated to his child.
2008-05-15 13:41:00 Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is. Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play. read more
Clarence Cool
2008-05-12 01:10:00 This is the story of Clarence CoolWho was born with a spiral toolHe spent his life in a fruitless huntTo find a girl with a spiral cuntBut, when he find her, he almost drop dead'Cause she was born with a left-hand thread
By: Mind of guanaco
A Mother?s Day Poem
2008-05-11 14:23:00 May this be the best Mother’s Day ever, for you and yours. In honor of mothers everywhere, here is a poem by William Ross Wallace. Blessings on the hand of women! The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Blessings on the hand of women! Angels guard its strength and grace, In the palace, cottage, hovel, Oh, no matter where the place; Would ...
?Second Love,? new poem by Erwin A. Thompson
2008-05-06 04:32:00 Erwin and Ruth Thompson snuggle up on a past wedding anniversary Second Love by Erwin A. Thompson For the second anniversary of Ruth’s death, May 1, 2006 My first love was like a pansy, brought too soon from the greenhouse’ sheltering glass. A late frost took its vicious toll. That love was never meant to last. My second love was like ...
Will you love me to Death?
2008-05-01 18:23:00 beanerywriters had a post about a poem Domestic Violence, and the author's children even got involved with the process! There is no name listed for the author, and please check out the blog linked above for other good sources of literature on the subject!While I was writing this poem, the kids wanted to know what I was doing. I told them I was writing the poem as a way of releasing that part of my life, and they thought they wanted to help. They wanted to do something, so I told them we would do a cover for the poem, a cover page. And I told them we would each draw a picture, but I let them draw two pictures, representing or depicting what those five years?the worst of the five years?meant to us.The night has closed in; the hour?s grown late.In hopeless despair, we ponder our fate.The door soon kicks in. How angry you are!!Oh no! Not again!! Not yet another scar!!!Two little boys are down on their knees.Their terrified cries: ?Please don?t! Daddy please!!?That look on your face. T...
Love Bus
2008-04-30 10:52:00 Wednesday, 30 April 2008Being single leads many men and women who are mostly established enough to engage in a relationship and have family.Spelled simply but has no exact definition, love is the most complicated thing that a person can experience in his/her life. What is love? For me, love is a strong passionate affection of one person to another. Love is not a problem to solve or a clue to look out for. But when is really the right time for love? Love comes at the right time.Experiencing love is like having, shopping or buying clothes for you. As persons, we look for the best clothes to buy, clothes that are branded, with beautiful colors or style and fashionable. In short, one that is perfect. We use lots of our time deciding which clothes is the best one for us but the outcome is we are not able to buy anything, even a single pair. This is the same with the thing called love. We always find the most special one for us, that's why when the right one comes along, we can't recogn...
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Martn Espada?s ?Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100
2008-04-30 01:16:00 ALABANZA: IN PRAISE OF LOCAL 100 Martn Espada Alabanza[excellent video!] (for the 43 members of Hotel Employees and Restaurant Employees Local 100 working at the Window on the World restaurant, who lost their lives in the attack on the World Trade Center) Alabanza.Praise the cook with a shaven head and a tattoo on his shoulder that said Oye, a blue-eyed Puerto Rican with ...
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Galway Kinnell?s ?Blackberry Eating,? from ?Morta
2008-04-28 15:57:00 Blackberries “en bushed” Sign of the times: Google “blackberry” and what comes up is a mechanical device, not a fruit. To find the fruit on Google, you must type in “blackberry fruit.” Vis: more people have likely held Blackberry devices in their hands these days than have gone berrying and experienced the pleasures Kinnell describes in ...
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Wendell Berry?s ?The Hidden Singer?
2008-04-27 14:42:00 The Hidden Singer by Wendell Berry from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Copyright 1998) The gods are less for their love of praise. Above and below them all is a spirit that needs nothing but its own wholeness, its health and ours. It has made all things by dividing itself. It will be whole again. To its joy we come together— the ...
Issa - Haiku Poem
2008-04-25 06:07:00 The vanity of man , they would like to retain this passing winter moon .
By: pigassus.com
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Turkish poet Crazy Ali recites ?Do You Know??reco
2008-04-24 16:19:00 He introduced himself as ?Crazy Ali?, and he wasn?t thinking about selling something to us. He wanted to share. Crazy Ali, The Turkish Poet (Photo by Marcelline Burns) I asked, ?Who gave you that name?? to which he responded with obvious pride, ?I gave it to myself more than a quarter century ago. I am Crazy ...
Poem about wife abuse and her faith! Shattered Dreams!
2008-04-24 15:47:00 I came across this poem about domestic violence in the faith realm, and I wanted to share it with people today. I think alot of people can very much relate to what the author is saying.I read part of her story about domestic abuse last night, and I have to tell you I had to stop in a couple of places. It was very triggering for me. She speaks alot more of emotional abuse, verbal abuse than physical abuse. She stated:Emotional abuse is the worst kind in my mind, because it's the hardest to see and prove. I remember seeing the movie, "The Burning Bed", with Farrah Fawcett. It was a true story of a woman who had been savagely abused by her husband until one day in desperation she set fire to the house as he lay passed out in a drunken stupor. After hearing her testimony, she was found not guilty, by reason of temporary insanity. I really related to that movie. Not that I ever thought of taking it that far, but I often thought it would come to that, one of us having to die before i...
Poem about wife abuse and her faith! Shattered Dreams!
2008-04-24 15:47:00 I came across this poem about domestic violence in the faith realm, and I wanted to share it with people today. I think alot of people can very much relate to what the author is saying.I read part of her story about domestic abuse last night, and I have to tell you I had to stop in a couple of places. It was very triggering for me. She speaks alot more of emotional abuse, verbal abuse than physical abuse. She stated:Emotional abuse is the worst kind in my mind, because it's the hardest to see and prove. I remember seeing the movie, "The Burning Bed", with Farrah Fawcett. It was a true story of a woman who had been savagely abused by her husband until one day in desperation she set fire to the house as he lay passed out in a drunken stupor. After hearing her testimony, she was found not guilty, by reason of temporary insanity. I really related to that movie. Not that I ever thought of taking it that far, but I often thought it would come to that, one of us having to die before i...
Poem in Your Pocket plus 30 ways + 3 to Celebrate Poetry Month with Pop
2008-04-24 02:43:00 Put a Poem in Your Pocket and share it. What a great idea…on this day, or any day. Poets. Org lists 30 things to do to celebrate poetry month (April, right?). 31) But, here?s one they haven?t thought of. My father, Erwin A. Thompson, encloses a poem along with his bill to the Great Central Lumber Company. ...
Poem: "Called Out"
2008-04-23 21:51:00 The baker, said Luther, glorifies God in bread.He was a fat fellow, knew good beer from a bad sermon.Enough of these piglets in neckclothssweating through bare words never meantto be dragged up from belly to lips.Inside every man I want, I wantcries like a baby, but ashamedof bread sopped in milk,choleric to grab his father's knife.The helmsman glorifies God by seeing sharks.The constipated scholar can afford to toss his inkat demons in the frost,his own chamber glass cracking.But bluff sailors, their red hands freezing to the wheel,need gloves, not Latin.Bless the tanner and his scrawny boywho sleeps in the horse-hay,wakes to crack the trough's icy skinand offer the first biteof an ordinary apple to the steaming mare.Let him be too young to dream of whoreslike Reason, Luther's false bride.She is all painted with vocationsof monk and knight and merchant,pale halo, priapic spear,the great ships laden with lemons.The leper glorifies God by losinghis fingers. Luther counted beadsbut...
By: Reiter's Block
Valentine?s Poem by Mechanical Engineer
2008-04-23 18:03:00 I was alone and all was dark, Beneath me and above, My life was full of stress and strain, but not the love train...
Riehlife Poem of the Day: William Stafford?s ?Note? from ?Allegiances?
2008-04-23 17:06:00 As a candidate for my masters degree in English literature at Southern Illinois University at Edwardsville in the early 1970s, I co-edited the literary journal there, “Sou’Wester.”- One of my poems that appeared there (juried of course by my co-editor) was “Under Mama’s Yew Tree.” Somehow it came to William Stafford’s attention across the country ...
Riehlife Poem of the Day: New song lyric by Erwin A. Thompson ?Somebody Els
2008-04-22 20:40:00 My father while going through 100s of hours of recorded music tapes (one of his projects this winter is re-recording), he got fed up with all the “cheating” songs. He thought he would put in his version. He stayed up until Midnight writing it and this note that goes along with it. —JGR Erwin A. Thompson, ...
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Victor Hernandez Cruz ?Problems with Hurricanes,?
2008-04-21 20:01:00 If you are going out Beware of mangoes And all such beautiful sweet things. —Victor Hernandez Cruz Mango on Tree (USDA) Click here to read an EXCELLENT interview with Victor Hernandeze Cruz on The Poetry Foundation site. Here are some excerpts of questions to whet your appetite: You don?t write what many would call autobiographical lyric poems. Was this a conscious decision? Well, ...
Basho - Haiku Poem
2008-04-20 22:31:00 Your song caresses the depth of loneliness O high mountain bird .
By: pigassus.com
A poem for Bill Gates (written in binary)
2008-04-20 08:48:00 1001 1110 11010 111010 0010000 1101100 1101011110101101101 101100 never more 10101 your eyes 1101011 0100011 001110 100011 01 01 011 000011 011 you are not a dork 110 01 1010110 10 10001 you are manly man 11 110100 01 01001 01111 01 01 001 10 1 11 11100011010 10001 00101 free software 001011 01 01 1010 010 01 00 free laptop 0011010 01101 ...
By: monkeychapps
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Obi Nwakanma?s ?Credo? from ?The Horseman and Oth
2008-04-19 20:08:00 Earlier this year Nigerian poet Obi Nwakanma filled my Gathering Room with talk that made the world right for the hours he shared himself and conversation. We exchanged poetry books at the end of our time together and I sent home some of Daniel’s hardworking roses for his wife. In the days that followed our ...
Riehlife Earthquake Sandwich (with poem & earthquake memories): bread, spre
2008-04-18 20:53:00 This morning I felt a familiar sensation in a totally unexpected place: an EARTHQUAKE, but in the Midwest, not Northern California, where earthquakes had become so common as not to be remarked upon. In California, pundits were always warning of California falling off into the ocean. Hey, maybe the country will break in half and ...
Mother?s Day Poem - short mother?s day poem for all moms
2008-04-18 19:08:00 Moms by Milou Moms are a lot like the whispering sea They’re always kind to you and to me They bake and they dust They’re people you trust But they also can get rather angry Weighting for a call by Artie
Riehlife Poem of the Day: Gary Snyder?s ?How Poetry Comes to Me?
2008-04-18 16:05:00 When I lived in Northern California, one of my great treats was to hear Gary Snyder perform his poetry with musicians in a cozy old-fashioned theatre…and another time….to hear him read and speak at the University of California at Davis. What remains of his presence for me is a sense of dignity…integrity…a-nd a man of ... |
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