Soldier, Sailor – Air Force, Dad

 

 

          Life is like, well, I don’t know it,

It’s something that’s happening to everyone else and,

The walls become unbearable as time slips by,

 As slipping by is not my life,

But other people’s understanding of my existence.

 

I share this existence though and often

I find within my dreams a request,

A pr...

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Outside in the forgotten garden   

blossom is falling from the old Plum tree

When, as a child My mother would make me

Pick up the plums In the sun,

That fell like autumn leaves 

 

I would Squash them into plastic 

  'KWIK SAVE' bags 

'Make sure you get them all'    

 She would often nag  And nag

. To the sound of the warrior wasp,

  Flaunting his trib...

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When young Adam fancied a fumble

He asked Eve to make him a crumble

The serpent said yes

Then Eve made a dress

And now to our doom we all stumble.

 

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He stood and stared

at the socks in his hand.

She lay an arm accross 

her face.

He made to sit 

on the edge of the bed.

She moved her legs.

He turned.

She sighed

at what lay ahead.

He squeezed her foot.

She turned her gaze to him.

He said:

''We will make it through this day...''

 

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My weeping heart prolapses into Heaven
Pure beings never dreamed of violence
Pervaded by the spirit of sunlight scapes
My weeping heart sighs for a choir of fertile songs 

Glass plagues in suburban woodlands
crowned nourishment of the senses
Miserable woman dressed in blueberry bridges
Foolish Queen! 

A thousand seahorse dreams
Among the gunshot spheres of white ribbons
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 Provisions August 1767

Bailing Twine    500 balls
One gross of Quarrels
An half dozen Halberds
Pouches (leather) a gross
A selection of Hafts, Shanks and Spindles
Pipes (musical) 4 sets (boxed)
Pipes (fumidore) 4 sets (boxed)
Broadcloth     14 ells
Meal    150 sacks
Oat    200 bushels
Seed for sowing
20 Scythes for reaping
1 Astrolabe
A Tumbril with straw
20 ca...

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How can love cover the distance?

How can love manage the space?

The memory's a miracle worker

But it doesn't make up for your face.

 

For a lifetime you lived close by me

I saw you most every day

And I thought that you'd always be there

But suddenly you went away

 

You can't put a price on the life we knew

But when you left that life was through

E...

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I, have always been

I, have always seen.

I, have watched the world

And seen its history unfurled.

 

I, shall always be

I, shall always see.

I, have watched my friends get old

But age dies not weary me, I’m bold.

 

I, am what I make myself

I, am what I want to be.

I, will not give in to time

The future is still mine.

 

I, shall go on an...

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my body knows its spiralling DNA

thoughts helter skelter down 

on this double helix of  evolution

 

my mind knows infinity is its home 

ideas  diffuse through the universe

thoughts expanding  with  the stars

 

a  journey through life

expectations collapsed

responsibility diminished

understanding illuminated

 

 

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Go praise thou the Lord! It's seven o'clock!
You cannot afford to slumber ad hoc.
Five times you've hit snooze, and you've wasted an hour,
Forget your excuse, and go get in the shower.

Go praise thou the Lord! The prayerbook awaits,
its words unexplored, so get on your skates.
It stands on the shelf for the start of the day,
for Jesus himself rose up early to pray.

Go prai...

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SNIPER

 

Sitting patiently atop his tree camouflaged

against the enemy, the sniper waits.

For three days and three nights he has waited

to do his duty for Imperial Japan.

Along the trail walks the enemy. Alert and ready

but not looking up, for this is where the sniper is,

waiting, watching, ready right now.

Levelling his gun, he takes careful aim.

T...

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Sidelines.  

 

I meet the compulsion

that leads me to write

in the burgeoning day

and the gathering night

and draw, from the wings

of a turbulent stage,

impressions that litter

the waste of a page.

 

 

Me and You.  

 

I've emptied pens in vain attempts

to tie a feeling to a line, and

sought the answer to the question;

do your f...

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Lo, our sun now fills a wan sky

with such wondrous light.

This magic god-star brings us our warmth and joy

and, from on high, his mystic rays

pour through dark and scowling clouds.

 

Our thoughts will not accord him thanks

nor ask why our souls must always try to

climb out of a soft cocoon,

a warm and loving womb,

to gain an unknown star ( so cold, )

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The grey clouds loom  The grey clouds loom  in the crowded night sky Where stars in the billions  Are born and then die The lightning flash The darkness' turn The rocks want to know What time has learned  The light

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“We’ve singles and trebles and this 12 pack here

Means old men can use one each month of the year;

We’ve ribbed ones and ticklers, all colours and sizes

And ones that light up and are full of surprises

And this one’s a novelty, first that I’ve seen

Which on your completion plays “God Save the Queen”;

There’s Strawberry, Chocolate, Lemon and Mint

And even in Chi...

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She said she loved me
and I waited around,
counting years and our children,
blowing kisses at pretty girls,
or anyone who walked by my door.

Its strange,
in that foreign country
I found it hard to write.

I used to dance
in the imagination of others back then,
used to love my little women.
I'd drink them in at 3am
with sea salt and lime.
They'd never know what hap...

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He surmised it had been done

by a couple of teenagers

with a lit rag, although it was still

purely conjecture on his part

at this point.

 

Unfortunately for him, what was

evident was that his blue recycling-

bin had been full, so he had put the rest

of the newspapers and magazines

in the main one.

 

The flame caught, and the full thing

w...

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If we could imagine the love of one who loves men purely for their own sake, and not because of any need or desire of his own, purely desires their good, and yet loves them wholly, not for what at this moment they are, but for what he knows he can make of them because he made them, then we should have in our minds some true image of the love of the Father and Creator of mankind.

O. C. Quick

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Most of us find life difficult to avoid, in a way that I find quite curious Choosing the right path to follow at speed, makes some us quite furious The answers aren't easy, but O-U-S might just be a key It ain't the answer to life and everything - say “that's 42!” - I might agree    ...

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The barren whitewashed walls won’t talk

in the absence of graffiti;

no scripture scrawled in paint or chalk,

no importunate entreaty

 

saying  meet me at The Nail Bar

on Saturday at half past two –

we’ll promenade the boulevard

like the gentle people do.

 

I’d write messages on buses

with my fingers in the dust

or the carts collecting rubbish

...

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In the land of Scroodleflump, nothing works how you think.

Gruddles live in bongalodes, grass is the brightest pink.

Gruddles are slith and lanky, covered in purple fur,

Their bongalodes wood-built, when they’re sad they purr.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Gruddle are most stranculiar.

They scrunge and gruff about, their sproglet is Tulia.

Tulia has a stropple in the muddle o...

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Acid Attack

 

Seventeen, he saunters into the gents,

traces of a mate’s joke on his lips.

The two skulking men leer over shoulders

to appraise the boy’s threat.

 

Croaking Alright

as if pacifying a pair of dangerous dogs,

he selects the furthest urinal.

But they see the fumbled flies,

smell his sweat

hear his tachycardia and

 

slide ...

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A little bit confused was beautiful Spring,

She had to choose for life a bridegroom.

Who would  give her a wedding ring?

Three suitors wanted to be her happy and bloom.

 

March, April and May vied with each other.

About their great love they quietly talked.

April was for Spring like a brother,

With March she just often liked to walk.

 

Timid March g...

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Night Terrors

 

 

 

 

In a corner of the yard

against moss-lined red brick

chimes dance

disturb

disorientate

 

Semi-conscious

straddling the mattress' width

I peep through

frayed-at-the-edges blinds

 

I witness nothing

yet catch sight of a figure

walking

down the ginnel

striding with intent

over centuries old co...

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When one night I dreamt’ I was sleeping
My eyes shut, my heart barely beating.
I lay, and lay reclined and reposed,
In depths nocturnal. In sleep, I supposed!
Then on and on, I lay again
Waiting for the dawns refrain.
Till it struck me through my calm
I had missed my stark alarm!
But on I lay, as one with my bed,
And dreamt’ I slept.
Or was I dead?

 

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Obsession once derived from love

love forbidden, not given

Failed release of endorphins, please be my drug My morphine

DisAmbiguity! Confusion, Love me and make love to me. 

An ambiguous form of possessiveness,

When distance prevails, fondness created,

Love and fondness mating, intercourse of words and feelings

Distance makes the heart grow fonder

 

Life fall...

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Back then

the pen had joy to bring

in seven year fingers.

Each word a smile brought forward

the broadest of futures.

 

Light shone through

gaps in the beat of the rhythm

but it never mattered

because I was writing.

 

The world was enormous.

Space opened up in large doses

and everything meant more than just form.

 

Come back through the...

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Hello there!

Just a quick update. Captain of the Rant and Hair Explosion have finally finished off their latest EP, 'Nudges, Whispers and Threats', and now it's available for free download from here.

Our last EP, 'No Copyright Necessary', was called a "beautiful and resonant work" by Big Wheel Magazine, and it got great responses elsewhere.

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Bring me someone new fast

 

No wait,

Bring me someone who is fast

and maybe together we can fall 

through these sleepless nights

like stars that burn out,

we will slip awkward, as we dip

fluttering like ash

we will darken the summer sky

filling it with heavy grays and whites

 

 We will become a flash of tumbling embers,

just built to spi...

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'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music night-

This Tuesday Night 27th March- doors open 8pm!

 

La Gondola

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide...

 

Our Guest Poet

 

WOL's very own Yorkshire Bard!  'John Coopey'

John's poetry is; Metrical, no...

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When the wind of the wivering woggeldy woo
came prowling the village of Kamchatkaroo,
it wiggled and sniggled and squeezed its way through,
and the whispers it glummoxed were steely and blue,
in the silve of the salvering sun,
by the silve of the salvering sun.

It ricked and it rocked and it renneled around,
the houses all filled with inquantible sound,
as it cunningly r...

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There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
reinvented ourselves:
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease...

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Eyes closed

…So soon?

How quietly you breathe,

How slight

The gentle rising of your breast.

Swiftly indeed

The insistent urging of desire

Has succumbed

And,

Docile now,

Rocks

In her peaceful bay.

 

Outside

The trees

Are absolutely still.

And motionless

Wide continents of cloud

Have hidden the moon.

Somewhere

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The Disappearance of  John J. Dyer

(another try at this one)

 

Mr Dyer, in rainbow shorts, plump

and pink under a palm tree, smiles

as he pats Miss Burtenshaw’s rump,

golden grains of sand on the beach

flowing through his open fingers.

 

Soft over rooftops a lullaby’s heard

as Dyer dreams of the one-armed bandit

in the back bar of  his favourit...

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sunday snow

on the

ground

 

a log eyed

companion

burns

 

to

  my

     door

           no

             beaten

                      path

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A full moon, and the tide swollen by rain;

Rain lashing on the window, wild as rage -

My pen is stirring on the unspoilt page

In scribble circles, feeling round this pain.

 

Like tunnels leading deeper than my mind,

Or ropes in hopeless tangles, loosely curled,

Sprawling intestines looped around the world

My pen describes; this pain is ill-defined.

 

The ...

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And there he stood. Waiting.

No-one even noticed

That he was crying, silently,

In the middle of a crowd.

Carefully, so that no-one could see.

In a dream. Fear. Too many

People. Cheering silently,

And no-one had a care in 

The world. But he was afraid.

In that moment in time. If

Only they knew, that it's a

NO, but thank you.

 

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I am on a crowded

city sidewalk,

the crowd sgueezes,

shoves and pushes.

Like blood through

a too small artery.

 

Claustrophobia threatens

to swallow me.

A small opening appears,

I rush to it. But it quickly

fills in and once again,

the crowd squeezes, shoves

and pushes.

 

I reach my desti...

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I'll walk across the desert two years and a day

I'll drive down the M4 the opposite way

I'll happily fight with a big pack of wolves

I'll dive head first at some big randy bulls

I'll run around naked in Afghanistan

I'll piss in the hat of a policeman

I'll swing at Joe Pesci with relative ease

I'll even vote Tory if you so please

But whatever the trouble, whatever...

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Silhouetted against cold and darkening skies the vast Victorian monolith known as Brooklyn threw open its weathered creaking doors to a small band of foolhardy poets brave enough to enter.

The nervous throng of poets and musical wannabes were invited into what was once the master’s sumptuous bedchambers, sadly long neglected. Forgiving the backdrop of attic trivia and old bikes, one could n...

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First draft and unfinished. A bit stuck with it, to be honest :( Feedback/critique welcomed: 

 

14th March 2012

 

The first thing I did was go and sit on the sofa so I could see the pictures. It was important to get as much information as possible. My lukewarm, milkless tea splashed on my shaking fingers.  It had spread pretty quickly;  no one seemed to know where the epidemic s...

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Yes once again it's across the pond to America another poetry tour, this time solely in Texas, once again I hope to record it in rhyme. I fly out on April 3, this time instead of waiting till I go before writing I have already started at various stages of prparation as the inspiration took me, hence the title. The poems have no title but the date they were written and comments in (italics and brac...

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A cum stained victory for the avant-garde,
throw away your cameras
and embrace the lens of the soul.

Prettiness does not define talent.
How can a stoic face define the myriad of human emotions?
A lifeless motif of the status-ho.

Individuality seeps like semen upon a blood stained carcass.
Trickles of truth, like tears upon a false-face.
One cannot spell life without l...

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Now available in Issue 23 of Sprout Online Magazine

http://www.sproutonlinemagazine.com/

 

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and so begins the tale

 

yad remmus enO’

a butterfly lit upon a

,detser dna rewolf

fanning its wings gently.

 

derrits ria ehT

waved

ezeerb a emaceb

 a wind

a elag  mrots a

a mighty force of

!noitcurtseD dna htaeD

Hurricane!

!noonhpyT

Cyclone!

‘yhpargoeg no gnidneped

 

“STOP, I say, stop this stupid story.

!...

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Slim Slam Snigger Snogger

Nif naf noo

Ack gack piddle poddle

Bink Pleen Grue

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this here’s an pome,

o can’t you see,

an pome wot woz

writ by me.            

it should’ve been

an flowerpot,

but that is clearly

wot it’s not.

my spelling tests

I didn’t pass ---

I thought the sign said

‘pottery class’

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I was a certainly single guy.

She became a lover.

And then my mistress.

And a friend.

She was soon my Partner,

my Lover, my Mistress and my Friend.

The love was fractured;

and with that went the Lover,

the Mistress,

and eventually Partner too.

I contented with the friend.

Yes, I contented with the friend.

Alas without the Lover and the Mistr...

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Now that I’m pushing sixty, I spend time,

Much more time than I used to, looking back

Instead of forwards. Back, over my shoulder,

Down the hill of years,  there stand long-demolished pubs

Where we sank our first illicit pints;

Snogs at the bus-stop, or the last train home...

 

Was that even me, those years ago?

I’m not looking for my lost youth,

I know exact...

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Flippity Floppety Flump-

The Cow jumped over the moon-

and landed with a heck of a thumpety thump-

thumpety thump...thumpety thump...thumpety thump!

 

The Cow said ' what is this swelling on my head'-

the cat replied it's a ' Flippity Floppety Flumpety Bump'-

you see with the gravitational pull of our planet Earth-

the spoon hit you at great speed, you are lucky ...

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There was a man with a rash

Who was told to rub it with cash

But all he had was cheque

Which didn't remove a speck

 

So to get him out of a fix

A kind lady

Let him use her threp'ny bits !

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Wind carries far-off rapid rifle fire rippling roar,

assaulting ears, disturbing calm.

Dissonant intrusion in this happy haven,

this lovely, lonely garden.

I rest the spade against the fence

and wonder

whether to take offence.

Do they hate their targets?

What do the bullets mean?

Do they enjoy what they do?

Does it make them happy?

Does it make them v...

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Telescopes don’t make good gifts
not like tellies, or drums.
Tellies you can switch off
drums you can bang
say 
“Look at me
I’m here
Hear me!”

But telescopes,
telescopes feed the enquiring mind
with no answers
just starry, starry nights
and black holes
insignificance to the power of 20 12
magnified
through one cold lens

And Science is an empty room
with car...

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Grandpa in his weather-worn woolly
worked religiously along the pews.
The penitent peas pushed into place
amidst the soul-saved smell of soil.
He patiently ploughed the errant earth;
dispersed his peace between the rows
and within the still, worshipful silence
only the good were allowed to grow.
That sacred sanctuary stayed undisturbed
but for pardoned pilgrims; the common bir...

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Spin the washing and hang it up

Mow the lawn and rake up the grass

Put out the bin and sort out your life

Oh and get a carton of milk before you go home to the wife

 

You’ve got your shirt to iron before you go to work

And your shoes need buffing and the car needs filling

So you’ve got no choice but to put your life on hold

But there’s time for a pint...

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Ambition expressed in the raise of an eyebrow.

History yet to be formed in the eyes.

The lifting of a neck and turn of a head

following a Mother’s voice.

 

The tiniest grip on an oversized finger,

an instinctive need for security.

 

Filling a mind with nonsense words,

hoping something sticks.

 

The wonder at disappearing, appearing faces.

A reacti...

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SHES PROVEN

My life looks bored

I want to see my beloved

So i called her cell phone

Knowing that she was at home

She picked  her phone and relieved was i

Not knowing in about few momen what will be of i

I would like to see you I told her

And promised tosee me it was her

I waited desperately and waited for her

Just to come and I to tell her

How much I ...

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Unknowingly you woke up this morning to 

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Dear all;

Some of may have heard this, but I had a new poem 'From a midnight train (Bolton)' performed at Bolton's annual best of bolton night at the Octegon Theatre and somewhat later, the poem has now been published here - http://ink-sweat-and-tears.blogharbor.com/blog/_archives/2012/3/3/5009421.html

 

Why not have a peek and tell me what you think.

Cheers

Andy N 

 

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One time it was gourds

that surfaced like Montgolfier submarines

in her pea and spud patch.

 

Bright lumps and dumplings,

they were too-much as fondant, or nougat.

Too good to be true.

 

Hollow to knock on, as if containing corridors,

when they toughened

into chilly cocks and succulent truncheons

she cupped them in turn and twisted

each from...

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There s a hole where the space should be

A place where the hold should have

Seen to it that the waters broke a baby

In peacefully

 

Where the swaddling clothes

Could take hold of the fever

And clear away all of the sweat

 

But terrors had already set in

In the night

All drunken in sin,

And crying for milk was a din

But for god sake

j...

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Darling Mother...

It is with sadness that I tell you of the bitter distress that my tears drain down today. The scratching sand intensifies my grief, shrivelling the white towers of my voice. Sometimes justice seems to be a wall of cruelty where only the face of an animal is exalted, not the voice of legality. 

 

Today I express to you my emotions that ride with my dream...

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