Out Of Pink (Loose Security)
3-12-18
Out of Pink, loose security
Faust makes me think
Beyond perfection
Seen as maturity
It's all up in the air
For power in purity
Leaving a track of the scents of love
Living in a world of my own
Forcing an enclosing
She's got what it takes
To make ones own rainy days
And I wait for my legal drugs
Not dealt of thugs
Where freedom has nothing to do with safety
Keeping it tight we know not when to stop
In God's recesses love for us
And the cash crop as creating the torrent
Driving over the land
Tell me true
Is it just you
Little is there on bones and heart
And a false start
From sea to land God's own art
What have I done?
Detour Revisited
3-12-18
Doomed to err as long as one is striving
In a life where day begins with night right as well
Accept it calling reason soon
Time for medicine
Got to get on with it
Thinking only for me
Smoke break, my bad
The best I ever had
Caring for the expanse of the exterior
Walking alone on another mission of its crusade and conquest
Back to the blackboard to erase yesterday's equation
O, what have I done
Do I come here only to lodge complaints
For spindly-legged creatures manifested
And excuses as parts of the truth
Going on another detour, our retail of youth
Cheating off of myself from '92
I would just as well as I were you in praying
That these words are true
As to bend the impulse.....
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
infidelity
Infidelity
3-12-18
In all our infidelities helping me get some
No longer dumb for tha breadcrumb
Where Virgil cannot guide
according to boasting and its pride
Alma believe in us
Soon time for some more Jerry and Phil
And sunup of no such spill
Behold we preach the Word unto our sons
In a world where the pleasure is the courage
In its best development
By the image of your countenances
As to set my clock one day ahead
Of time for faith in this redemption
And in my mouth no guile
Going south like it's going out of style
O, heavenly host see me through that day's mile
For a mighty change wrought
Shall we be dancing down under amazing Grace
You still leap and tonight I get my sleep....
Green Dime
3-12-18
As dreams turn to ashes
We are girded with sashes
All my money spent again on Mephistopheles
Not squandered as to be blind for a drawn curtain
In that nothing is for certain
Soon sunup with our brother-spheres without love
I had nothing at all caring not
A green dime jangling with more perfect change in pockets of piety
Given today my substances in Frome of Wharton
Where the sun sings in pristine minor loving today my clocks
In soil full of roots and rocks where water hurtles outward
Feeling like conveying for scales outweighing
Now that I'm up I fill again the cup
As to investigate emancipation where you wait for me
Where tempests bluster for glimpses of the moon...
3-12-18
In all our infidelities helping me get some
No longer dumb for tha breadcrumb
Where Virgil cannot guide
according to boasting and its pride
Alma believe in us
Soon time for some more Jerry and Phil
And sunup of no such spill
Behold we preach the Word unto our sons
In a world where the pleasure is the courage
In its best development
By the image of your countenances
As to set my clock one day ahead
Of time for faith in this redemption
And in my mouth no guile
Going south like it's going out of style
O, heavenly host see me through that day's mile
For a mighty change wrought
Shall we be dancing down under amazing Grace
You still leap and tonight I get my sleep....
Green Dime
3-12-18
As dreams turn to ashes
We are girded with sashes
All my money spent again on Mephistopheles
Not squandered as to be blind for a drawn curtain
In that nothing is for certain
Soon sunup with our brother-spheres without love
I had nothing at all caring not
A green dime jangling with more perfect change in pockets of piety
Given today my substances in Frome of Wharton
Where the sun sings in pristine minor loving today my clocks
In soil full of roots and rocks where water hurtles outward
Feeling like conveying for scales outweighing
Now that I'm up I fill again the cup
As to investigate emancipation where you wait for me
Where tempests bluster for glimpses of the moon...
punctuate
Punctuate
3-12-18
Living within the vision and the power
The man of the hour
Watering his Zen flower
Not just to please them
By sugar and fine flour midway
Therefore it's what keeps us alive in Alighieri
Saluting Cifelli for synechdoche
Our figure of speech
To focus on the main detail
Today there is no hurry
Where one insists on folly
Where prosody can be rough
When it's never enough
To ardently desire salvation
As the first step of stepping into the light
Whereby hyperbole stands
Giving the coffee another chance
New to me and easily pure to resolve
In our own life's drama
For semicolon and comma.....
Fruitious
3-12-18
O, Frome of Wharton making me believe in you
For the higher hint of intellect
We realize that we need walk the track as well
Behold we preach the Word unto your fathers
As to make our own heaven
Clear through the firmament
By the numbered bands of new life stretched and swaddled
To have rather not remain up at an hour insane for the season
Making us feel it into our center ascending into our expanse
Where self is not known as is our God switching gears, speeds and moods
Making me see come tomorrow our destiny at the chime of five
I'm looking alive
The stars are in my heart
Waking to the power
Falling into this feeling of being fond of feasting fruitious
Muddling through....
The Long Way Round
3-12-18
Up and moving to my prog
A grooving fastening our seat belts
Making it to go in spite of what could be
Appearing to us the figure of Virgil face to face
Take me through their thunder and don't follow me
The closest I can get to real for spoil and plunder
Still quite platitude in the attitude of gratitude
For fame-like expressions and renunciation of all evil
Big shoes to fill covering ground
Written in light speed
Your're going to and we will be the flickering light
As I inquire O, am I the real deal
In all there is to feel
For manna as my next meal
And mammon all too real
Time to get on with it!
3-12-18
Living within the vision and the power
The man of the hour
Watering his Zen flower
Not just to please them
By sugar and fine flour midway
Therefore it's what keeps us alive in Alighieri
Saluting Cifelli for synechdoche
Our figure of speech
To focus on the main detail
Today there is no hurry
Where one insists on folly
Where prosody can be rough
When it's never enough
To ardently desire salvation
As the first step of stepping into the light
Whereby hyperbole stands
Giving the coffee another chance
New to me and easily pure to resolve
In our own life's drama
For semicolon and comma.....
Fruitious
3-12-18
O, Frome of Wharton making me believe in you
For the higher hint of intellect
We realize that we need walk the track as well
Behold we preach the Word unto your fathers
As to make our own heaven
Clear through the firmament
By the numbered bands of new life stretched and swaddled
To have rather not remain up at an hour insane for the season
Making us feel it into our center ascending into our expanse
Where self is not known as is our God switching gears, speeds and moods
Making me see come tomorrow our destiny at the chime of five
I'm looking alive
The stars are in my heart
Waking to the power
Falling into this feeling of being fond of feasting fruitious
Muddling through....
The Long Way Round
3-12-18
Up and moving to my prog
A grooving fastening our seat belts
Making it to go in spite of what could be
Appearing to us the figure of Virgil face to face
Take me through their thunder and don't follow me
The closest I can get to real for spoil and plunder
Still quite platitude in the attitude of gratitude
For fame-like expressions and renunciation of all evil
Big shoes to fill covering ground
Written in light speed
Your're going to and we will be the flickering light
As I inquire O, am I the real deal
In all there is to feel
For manna as my next meal
And mammon all too real
Time to get on with it!
Friday, May 18, 2018
Wharton
Back To Work, Joe and Wharton
3-11-18
Soon off to worship and turn back pages of truth crystal clear
To quell the fear to God today my tongue and speaking words of encouragement
By film contrasts of '27 we wonder will there be another sequel
Taking up Wharton soon off to worship and sing my heart out
In that first step God has given me on this journey for spiritual growth
And it's back to work O, brother Joe pun intended
In Wharton we are warranted ways of weal and wisdom
Ask not how old are you
We've got to tell them about it
Back to work, Joe....
Rue De Verenne
3-12-18
Awaiting World War One
We had some fun in having power and authority
In a song of mine as favor changes
Turning it over
I'm Jewish today
hoping that it's a yes go
As shrewish and at bay
Hoping for God to bless the yea and nay
Where our body is the only contact with planet earth
As our soul is such a getting in touch with this rebirth
O, do you understand what you read at fifty-three Rue De Verenne
For now and then our body as a living sacrifice
Behold I can tell you
God have me to get out and get what I want and need
Taking up Wharton and Lawrence
And as well Tolkien and Dante
Behold I say unto thee nay
They were not destroyed
In the all-blazing presence of the Lord....
On Alma 5:6
3-12-18
As the cherubim stood still
The medicine and poison is served
Taking some of the fire out of the badgers and dogs
Glory choosing acceptance to her breakfast mess
As to bless and to caress
Behold the Word is preached unto our fathers
Bright enough to let us in as well as to begin sufficiently
Retaining in remembrance of all longsuffering
As to both lose and win
Moreover have you sufficiently retained it
In remembrance of the question of origin
By the light of the everlasting Word
As to deliver our souls as music mouthful from light to light
While it is still night
We don't need to fight
Receiving the light in your countenance
Our hope is our world, our life.....
3-11-18
Soon off to worship and turn back pages of truth crystal clear
To quell the fear to God today my tongue and speaking words of encouragement
By film contrasts of '27 we wonder will there be another sequel
Taking up Wharton soon off to worship and sing my heart out
In that first step God has given me on this journey for spiritual growth
And it's back to work O, brother Joe pun intended
In Wharton we are warranted ways of weal and wisdom
Ask not how old are you
We've got to tell them about it
Back to work, Joe....
Rue De Verenne
3-12-18
Awaiting World War One
We had some fun in having power and authority
In a song of mine as favor changes
Turning it over
I'm Jewish today
hoping that it's a yes go
As shrewish and at bay
Hoping for God to bless the yea and nay
Where our body is the only contact with planet earth
As our soul is such a getting in touch with this rebirth
O, do you understand what you read at fifty-three Rue De Verenne
For now and then our body as a living sacrifice
Behold I can tell you
God have me to get out and get what I want and need
Taking up Wharton and Lawrence
And as well Tolkien and Dante
Behold I say unto thee nay
They were not destroyed
In the all-blazing presence of the Lord....
On Alma 5:6
3-12-18
As the cherubim stood still
The medicine and poison is served
Taking some of the fire out of the badgers and dogs
Glory choosing acceptance to her breakfast mess
As to bless and to caress
Behold the Word is preached unto our fathers
Bright enough to let us in as well as to begin sufficiently
Retaining in remembrance of all longsuffering
As to both lose and win
Moreover have you sufficiently retained it
In remembrance of the question of origin
By the light of the everlasting Word
As to deliver our souls as music mouthful from light to light
While it is still night
We don't need to fight
Receiving the light in your countenance
Our hope is our world, our life.....
traditional
Going Traditional
3-11-18
Still didn't get to the good stuff
Still haven't had enough
For settled incarnations and playing games with opposites
Where it's killing me and you and it's nothing new
Oddly unnerved and this morning sluggish for the agenda
Not to critique but to seek
Where our bucket has its leak for our Whitsunday and Pentecost
Seeking our sheep lost in veneration
O, charismatic will you go traditional
Turning off the machine as soon we knew a fresh verdure of green
This isn't bad after all O, remember yesterday
And reevaluate the week behind you
Still buying books speaking in different tongues
There's something you ought to know about me
And it's time to ask for divine assistance
Getting lost in between now and then......
Fifty Cups
3-11-18
For fifty cups and fife on fire inside the equilateral octagon
Without foolish iniquity in the way I begin again by the day's first light
I will come through and put some of you into my own pail
O, how we want it
Keep her around in things lost and found
Covering common ground
Cocking shut eyes
I'd rather remain as I am
As to ascend into fruitious forever fate and fortune favored in folly
Seeing its regular figures in parallelograms of passion
Looking for purity pondering playlists
Such is as sorrow and joy commingled as distraught
Wandering aimlessly back down to the destination
Free to love finding a center in me so far away
You're the first to make me believe in something...
Yet Callow
3-11-18
True to the faith in mine own eyes
Up and ready for church as to immerse in the moment
And step out to meet new friends like expression
Shall it fall?
For the flickering of a star
Circling in this age of acceptance
Written at light speed
As to see to the need and toss aside avarice and greed
All for the vanguard of our precipice
Isn't it about time we learn alone in a dark wood
Right next to our Savior the knowledge to gain here is infinite
Thank you Eve for picking of the fruit
As to enjoin and confirm and wait patiently to get up and go
In all prominence as to see it for yourself
Following the vein like a pin cushion
Of doctrine and axiom....
Squab
3-11-18
Deeper into the lore of things
There it is all for pasta
And coming back as Rasta
Callow and featherless our squab
Falling on us all as nestling
Hiding behind brick walls
Praying for those that serve in the lifter of our head
Who will teach us but the Spirit expressly living by principle
And not by circumstance all for conciliation
Why not me?
In Zacchaeus climbing his tree
Biblically threescore and ten years to but lose its effectiveness
In culling certain statements
Still I wait for buttonwood and sycamore
In songs she pleaded thinking of the good
And not just the flaws of pelican slang and swan spoteneity
As you walk your back is straightened
Deeper into the core.....
3-11-18
Still didn't get to the good stuff
Still haven't had enough
For settled incarnations and playing games with opposites
Where it's killing me and you and it's nothing new
Oddly unnerved and this morning sluggish for the agenda
Not to critique but to seek
Where our bucket has its leak for our Whitsunday and Pentecost
Seeking our sheep lost in veneration
O, charismatic will you go traditional
Turning off the machine as soon we knew a fresh verdure of green
This isn't bad after all O, remember yesterday
And reevaluate the week behind you
Still buying books speaking in different tongues
There's something you ought to know about me
And it's time to ask for divine assistance
Getting lost in between now and then......
Fifty Cups
3-11-18
For fifty cups and fife on fire inside the equilateral octagon
Without foolish iniquity in the way I begin again by the day's first light
I will come through and put some of you into my own pail
O, how we want it
Keep her around in things lost and found
Covering common ground
Cocking shut eyes
I'd rather remain as I am
As to ascend into fruitious forever fate and fortune favored in folly
Seeing its regular figures in parallelograms of passion
Looking for purity pondering playlists
Such is as sorrow and joy commingled as distraught
Wandering aimlessly back down to the destination
Free to love finding a center in me so far away
You're the first to make me believe in something...
Yet Callow
3-11-18
True to the faith in mine own eyes
Up and ready for church as to immerse in the moment
And step out to meet new friends like expression
Shall it fall?
For the flickering of a star
Circling in this age of acceptance
Written at light speed
As to see to the need and toss aside avarice and greed
All for the vanguard of our precipice
Isn't it about time we learn alone in a dark wood
Right next to our Savior the knowledge to gain here is infinite
Thank you Eve for picking of the fruit
As to enjoin and confirm and wait patiently to get up and go
In all prominence as to see it for yourself
Following the vein like a pin cushion
Of doctrine and axiom....
Squab
3-11-18
Deeper into the lore of things
There it is all for pasta
And coming back as Rasta
Callow and featherless our squab
Falling on us all as nestling
Hiding behind brick walls
Praying for those that serve in the lifter of our head
Who will teach us but the Spirit expressly living by principle
And not by circumstance all for conciliation
Why not me?
In Zacchaeus climbing his tree
Biblically threescore and ten years to but lose its effectiveness
In culling certain statements
Still I wait for buttonwood and sycamore
In songs she pleaded thinking of the good
And not just the flaws of pelican slang and swan spoteneity
As you walk your back is straightened
Deeper into the core.....
shoes
Big Shoes To Fill
3-10-18
Through it all
O, ebb and flow we stand tall
Even when only small stature
We can know I can almost see You everywhere around
Turned on to more good sound
Warm sliding sun and wind washing fields that reclaimed
Might be these that find it
All I ask for is peace of mind
But don't you want to know the joy
Yet to follow a pill hard to swallow
Yea, we see great inequality in the need of their succor
For signs in the street and soon something to eat
Get it while it's fresh
God wants us to live life more abundantly
Back in Zarahelma the place of my dwelling
And another misnomer and misspelling
Our black Limozines
Having been consecrated
Go and sin no more
Big shoes to fill....
I Ask Of You Composure
3-11-18
As the light shines bright enough to let us in
I am not ashamed of the minister of the Latter-Day Saints
Even when my soul faints where I break out pens and paints
Particularly unscathed our idol subordinate
Where nothing can bridge our souls' devotion
As the Power proves you right
I cheat off of my favorite artists and authors
Behold He changes my heart
But not enough to but abstrain
Returning to our remembrance displayed among the future
Where we shine like beacons
Trapped behind a wall of flame in a figurative sense
Speaking to you eastward light looking for our arc of peace
And oars of joy for our red Ford
Three driveways down as the history of the vigil
Is put behind me....
Ascend To Now
3-11-18
Of mistaken perception
I always loved those distortions
Of Deadhead delight defied
Claiming my rhyme as to carry on wishes to guide us through
Organizing in extra added beliefs
Living within the vision
On our way back home
Where money earned is money saved
In purchasing the generic
Taking our right to know the weather
For the net that works for You
Our hope is our universe in this life
In the need of a new pair of shoes
O, what's the news
Ascending to the secret
All is pure and fit to resolve
Ascending to the new me
Follow the Son of God
Soon to take the time for truth
As a simple plane quite parallel
To where we tarry
I look and let it sink in
Espoused.....
On Luke 3:13-22
3-11-18
Bringing two pigeons and turtledoves
A place to begin as we made our love's beginning is one place
I will be again and again by a firefighter's audacity
Requiring vicarious sacrifice
Trying to make the morning last
By this agenda to help those that hurt
And not to critique her strange shirt
As to exact and collect and randomly select
Those elect in expectation and its suspense
And no such defense of golden hills
Where it makes perfect sense for the balancing act of will
And it's time to come clean again
A process repetitive making me believe again
So I can take up tablet and pen
Much loved as to exalt and collect.....
3-10-18
Through it all
O, ebb and flow we stand tall
Even when only small stature
We can know I can almost see You everywhere around
Turned on to more good sound
Warm sliding sun and wind washing fields that reclaimed
Might be these that find it
All I ask for is peace of mind
But don't you want to know the joy
Yet to follow a pill hard to swallow
Yea, we see great inequality in the need of their succor
For signs in the street and soon something to eat
Get it while it's fresh
God wants us to live life more abundantly
Back in Zarahelma the place of my dwelling
And another misnomer and misspelling
Our black Limozines
Having been consecrated
Go and sin no more
Big shoes to fill....
I Ask Of You Composure
3-11-18
As the light shines bright enough to let us in
I am not ashamed of the minister of the Latter-Day Saints
Even when my soul faints where I break out pens and paints
Particularly unscathed our idol subordinate
Where nothing can bridge our souls' devotion
As the Power proves you right
I cheat off of my favorite artists and authors
Behold He changes my heart
But not enough to but abstrain
Returning to our remembrance displayed among the future
Where we shine like beacons
Trapped behind a wall of flame in a figurative sense
Speaking to you eastward light looking for our arc of peace
And oars of joy for our red Ford
Three driveways down as the history of the vigil
Is put behind me....
Ascend To Now
3-11-18
Of mistaken perception
I always loved those distortions
Of Deadhead delight defied
Claiming my rhyme as to carry on wishes to guide us through
Organizing in extra added beliefs
Living within the vision
On our way back home
Where money earned is money saved
In purchasing the generic
Taking our right to know the weather
For the net that works for You
Our hope is our universe in this life
In the need of a new pair of shoes
O, what's the news
Ascending to the secret
All is pure and fit to resolve
Ascending to the new me
Follow the Son of God
Soon to take the time for truth
As a simple plane quite parallel
To where we tarry
I look and let it sink in
Espoused.....
On Luke 3:13-22
3-11-18
Bringing two pigeons and turtledoves
A place to begin as we made our love's beginning is one place
I will be again and again by a firefighter's audacity
Requiring vicarious sacrifice
Trying to make the morning last
By this agenda to help those that hurt
And not to critique her strange shirt
As to exact and collect and randomly select
Those elect in expectation and its suspense
And no such defense of golden hills
Where it makes perfect sense for the balancing act of will
And it's time to come clean again
A process repetitive making me believe again
So I can take up tablet and pen
Much loved as to exalt and collect.....
hanging
Hanging (In And Out)
3-10-18
For our missionary reference library
Peaches are still ripe
Along with avacadoes that are my type
Milady on my life's journey God permitting
For work contacts of self cultivation
Ah, Lord God I am yet carnal
Calling for my mistress
Her name is Music and the other our Literature
For this monstrous entity in that I believe in miracles
Now that the snowstorm missed us last week
Through, about and around it
Loving just the books' textures
Hola, Amigo
No necceito cervesa
As I hunger and thirst for more and more
Such is what they have to offer, O friend of fashion
And now I realize that we never said goodbye
Yet do I thirst for this passion given the power to lead
Knowing we must first follow
Hanging inward and hanging out....
I Die Daily (Take Five)
3-10-18
It pays to die daily
As you run back home with me
And cities do us no harm strange but good
Obscure but meaningful these scribblings
Visiting the Motherhouse in dreams of going there again
Good for us in such awareness
It kills to see you way down there
Give me oil as to but anoint
In another game of suntan this season
As by broad daylight I am free to warble
Now that I'm almost numb by no means lukewarm
It's sunny and I've got to love it
Now to push and shove it all for the ways
We will get there
Given the satisfaction
In just these letters to myself
According to the new man of Spirit
Whom wrestles with the old man of flesh
For fields to cultivate and thresh....
Fine-Twined Linen
3-10-18
Feeding the cat as she leaps up upon my kitchen counter
As such a Green is soon to come to be
Manifested in more senses than five
O, fiddler you riddled
Engrossed to Spirit
Remain as you are says Paul
Greeting Anna by the way in age ripe old
Given the blessing of being in from the cold
For our tetrarchs in some other hamlet
We sojourn in consolation for Lysanias under Phillip
By the authority of Hepod so is our God
Blessing Simeon betrothed to words alone
And two turtledoves where the world shall be taxed
But not by high priests of which we are yet to become
Next time I will receive this gift
So I can lead red horses to water......
On The Day I Awaken
3-10-18
Looking forward to that day of waking up
To see all loved ones and artists and figures of history
If so be the Word is true
I ask of God, O is it?
Even when I don't know why or how
Finding it all as surrounding opening my heart to God today
Knowing He is loving beyond all laws of nature and science
O, High Priest according to position
I will be as the cleanse all vestures of raiment
In his blood like water in vials of promise
Lord don't leave me here forsaken
Yet in my fleshly mind
I am in need of longsuffering for wild mountain thyme
Wholly to the priesthood I will but be and not just see
Still keen to be out of control like the rest of us
Sinners
All God has to work with....
3-10-18
For our missionary reference library
Peaches are still ripe
Along with avacadoes that are my type
Milady on my life's journey God permitting
For work contacts of self cultivation
Ah, Lord God I am yet carnal
Calling for my mistress
Her name is Music and the other our Literature
For this monstrous entity in that I believe in miracles
Now that the snowstorm missed us last week
Through, about and around it
Loving just the books' textures
Hola, Amigo
No necceito cervesa
As I hunger and thirst for more and more
Such is what they have to offer, O friend of fashion
And now I realize that we never said goodbye
Yet do I thirst for this passion given the power to lead
Knowing we must first follow
Hanging inward and hanging out....
I Die Daily (Take Five)
3-10-18
It pays to die daily
As you run back home with me
And cities do us no harm strange but good
Obscure but meaningful these scribblings
Visiting the Motherhouse in dreams of going there again
Good for us in such awareness
It kills to see you way down there
Give me oil as to but anoint
In another game of suntan this season
As by broad daylight I am free to warble
Now that I'm almost numb by no means lukewarm
It's sunny and I've got to love it
Now to push and shove it all for the ways
We will get there
Given the satisfaction
In just these letters to myself
According to the new man of Spirit
Whom wrestles with the old man of flesh
For fields to cultivate and thresh....
Fine-Twined Linen
3-10-18
Feeding the cat as she leaps up upon my kitchen counter
As such a Green is soon to come to be
Manifested in more senses than five
O, fiddler you riddled
Engrossed to Spirit
Remain as you are says Paul
Greeting Anna by the way in age ripe old
Given the blessing of being in from the cold
For our tetrarchs in some other hamlet
We sojourn in consolation for Lysanias under Phillip
By the authority of Hepod so is our God
Blessing Simeon betrothed to words alone
And two turtledoves where the world shall be taxed
But not by high priests of which we are yet to become
Next time I will receive this gift
So I can lead red horses to water......
On The Day I Awaken
3-10-18
Looking forward to that day of waking up
To see all loved ones and artists and figures of history
If so be the Word is true
I ask of God, O is it?
Even when I don't know why or how
Finding it all as surrounding opening my heart to God today
Knowing He is loving beyond all laws of nature and science
O, High Priest according to position
I will be as the cleanse all vestures of raiment
In his blood like water in vials of promise
Lord don't leave me here forsaken
Yet in my fleshly mind
I am in need of longsuffering for wild mountain thyme
Wholly to the priesthood I will but be and not just see
Still keen to be out of control like the rest of us
Sinners
All God has to work with....
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