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Brief Poems Vol V: 200

 


1  The tree finds a route through receiving roots. With love she transmutes rain into fruit.


2 Guides warned wee creatures that tots by mowers could be de-toed, that they shred many a chipmunk or kitten or toad

 

3
As two negatives multiplied a positive make.. former foes who forgive cause miracles forth to break


4  Water takes the shape of the mold into which poured. A healing spirit fills and heals the souls it enters.


5 Little waterfalls.. waterfalls quite small.. are the steps of a river on its way to the sea


6
An opalescent clamshell holds the seaswell.. Reflected in tidal pools.. Jupiter's light dwells.


7 Racists were foiled in their attempts to remove some of the rainbow's  hues


8 The way of yielding water, flowing.. showing, not preaching ... silent teaching of the I Ching


9 A gentle cow reading Leviticus found that cloven hoofed animals
are forbidden for food. And so she cleaved each of her four.

 

10 The break of day! The crack of dawn! Look not at night's
shellshards but at the newbird sun!


11 He was so loved by all creatures that when it rained a cloud served as his umbrella.


12 Now the Red Sea of clover is gently bee-cloven But back to the queen will fly bee Beethoven


13 Several lamps make a shack more lovely than a cold hard marble palace...as a smile reaching the eyes makes any face beautiful


14 Hawaiian breadfruit... shed the Joseph's coat of many colors..
the 1000 panes of stained glass mosaic and become 10,000 breadfruit trees1

 

15 Bursting blooms of bluebonnet to the sun sing silent sonnets
A beetlebored bamboo flute.. Yonder wind plays upon it


16

A three person office. As the second hand is the third hand on a clock, he was always subordinate to both. And so he found a much better work.


17

Steve Jobs.
What are the jobs of apple trees? To breathe and to be

as apples come automatically

 
18 'Consider the lilies of the field.. they toil not nor spin'.
for it is the sun which had them spun.


19 Do rain arrows come from the rain bow?


20 As angels' inspiration descends it becomes clad in words.


21 Raise the blind .. room floods with light Plug in lamps.. gone is night.


22 Light cotton.. it's gone in fire. God's mercy fills every desire


23 Flowers don't chase bees. It is to the safe meditator at the treebase
and not to the hunter that the shy deer comes.


24 A tree stormbent horizontal.. had 7 parallel branches growing
straight up... like a parent who sacrificed for her children

 

25 The naturalist defined plants as wild edibles
The plants thought him and his lies incredible

 

26 A feathergowned crane flies through the forest like Cinderella fleeing the ball


27 Light ribbons from the Buddha's full moon do his holy shrine festoon.


28 Croquet balls near wickets, golf balls in thickets, seldom respect the rights of crickets


29 The sound of the raptor wings of the kestrel is not to other birds music orchestral

 

30 The fisherman, the angler, awakened one day to their suffering and suffocation.


31 Mother Earth has knitted strong knots in the faithful blue forget me nots. There are invisible buckles in the fragrant honeysuckle.


32 He thought it just another water mirage but twas sea mirror of the rising sun
.. in her reflection making miracles of his light projections


33 Today the sun is giving plenary indulgences to all.. blessing each with light from his blazing huge ball


34 The sun's lightning beams have dreamstage curtains rent... dissolving actors and scenes have been away sent


35 The Lord of Luminescence gives to each fruit a dewy essence
and with light each lemon limns and with love each lime lines.


36 The snowman fell in love with the sun queen Around her he changed into a puddle.


37 Daybreak ray ribbons...in the stream broken ..rippling... as if goldfish bread are nibbling

 

38 The sun with his rays has kissed  and taken home tendrils of mornmist


39 From dreams' reverie and night's revelry ....summoned by dawn's birdchoir reveille


40 Thunder drumroll heralds the symphony of the rain


41 Raindrops softly warble as they enter the river. Do their circles lengthen as she flows?

 

42 Never on and off, but always certain was the music of Rachmaninoff.


43 Birds have oerleapt the sea oarcleft. But she has not been harmed

Bee has the petals of clover cloven but she has not been harmed


44 Foam and breakers have rent the surface of the Sea She forgives and receives them them ...back into her serene deeps


45 The sea charges the shore...and withdraws ...to charge some more.


46 Beneath the spires of Naples and Constantinople lies the sea shimmering in sun's iridescent opals.


47  He worried that the alcoholic priest might be unloosening the lock on the seal of the confessional when drinking


48
To ridicule with a mention a sad man's dimensions.. retards ones own soul's quicker ascension.
49
Do members of the vice squad in the prostitute see God.
50
Said the devil... To me you sold your soul for gold! but vows made to satanic minions have no power
51
Calling a zoo housing kidnapped dolphins a dolphinarium is like naming
solitary confinement cells in maximum security prisons humanariums
52
Chicago cattle futures.. oxymoron? Do butchers and coweaters give them a future?

53

Oh Clara T… a mind of perfect clarity, heartfont of pouring charity..
.. as in the woods of Cherokee grows all fruit giving cherry tree

54 Most aristocracies are kakistocracies.

55

Raindrops tapdanced as from the roof they dripped

With nary a sound into the ground they slipped.

56

Clouds rent by lightning  their loads lightening

Again now the sun is earth lighting

57

The turkey's wishbone did not fulfill any of the innocent bird's wishee, nor was the severed rabbit's foot lucky for its original owner.

58

Helen Blavatsky wrote she'd seen a bamboo grove 60 feet high. Beetles had bored in the bamboo trunk holes of varying lengths. When the wind

 blew, it played wondrous woodwind music.

59. A W is a double U.and mirrors double you.

But some there are who by many numbers multiply you

60

No matter how lonely or cold, muddy or polluted,

all rivers are received by the sea.

No longer by channels trapped they flow where they want..

 They are free

61  End forever the endeavor. One need not row only

float to the sea.

62 Topiary is a form of plant vivisection. Shrubs have feelings. The site of clippers ... sends them reeling.

63

As a chambered nautilus is by his nature forced into

a bigger room God breaks our hearts to remove

to remove confining walls

64

Dawn pastels stirring, no starlings startling.. soon the sky will be

starring the sun, chief star-ling.

65
Does anyone yearn for sunset more than a Ramadan faster?
Does anyone yearn for dawn more than a night watchman?
66
As artists long for blank canvases, as ocean lovers crave the blue space of skysea, the Spirit longs to be uncluttered
67
Dawn rhodescent, jeweled by moon crescent. Both melt away when the sun is present
68
It is the leela of the Lord to unscroll lilies and lilacs in divine light.
69
At dawn the emperor sun breaks forth into the action of mars but in the evening
he disappears behind cloud curtains to the chamber of venus
70
A match does not an iceberg ignite nor does a waterdrop survive in a forest fire.
 We are influenced by the company we keep
71
When he heard the rates of the therapist, very pissed off was Count Nikolai Pistoff.
Afterward he always spelled 'therapist'.'the rapist
72
The sea mirror was framed by lobster traps..until she rose and smashed them
73
An opalescent clamshell holds the seaswell.. Reflected in tidal pools.. Jupiter's light dwells.
74
Shortly before his birth, she was given a vision of a soaring eagle suddenly swooping down and voluntarily entering a boat's bamboo cage and she knew a

great soul was being born
75 As two negatives multiplied a positive make.. former foes who forgive cause miracles forth to break

76  From  Poland to Poughkeepsie, fewer the writings of Poe keep..
for they prefer light rather than darkness.

77 He thought he could eat meat and not kill if he removed surgically the leg of a mammal.. but decided that was crazy and stopped eating meat altogether.

78

"Straighten up fly right" said his dad  His son heard 'fly rights'
He sallied forth to organize the world's untouchble maggots

(the thought of maggots disgusts many, but the flying insects perform garbage removal service)

79

The sea carves caves. The river sculpts canyons. Woodpeckers peck naves.
Love in hard hearts makes space.80

 Angels,  gurus, departed loved ones give human beings inspiration, messages… which the recipient immediately jealously claims and copyrights

80

Execution does not give closure to victims' families. It continues the cycle of violence. Only forgiveness gives closure.

81

An armed man stands in a queue waiting for his vaccination cue..

a sheep in wolves' clothing

 

 82
According to the scripture of Christians and Jews, Cain was not the first killer.
It was Abel. Human chauvinists think animals don't count.
83
There are more prunes where humans who know plants have feelings don't violently prune.
84
Machines cut innocent calves into bloody halves, machines in which their livers
are sliced into slivers. Cadaver flesh is never fresh.
85
While Scrooge siphons off all the banks are minting
God continues appling, spearminting, sapling and pepperminting
86
As cranes mind not the rain, detached yogis are beyond both pleasure and pain.
87
Down drip stalactites...crystallizing into stalagmites..the hourglass growing
Angelic visions heaven born on our earth take form
88
Tara is the emptiness through which flute music pours. Tara is desireless.. the
zeros which multiply other numbers.
89
Estate sale. Family photo album. Priceless to the one who has passed on. Unsold
90
Love is a purifier more sacred than pure fire.
91
Love limited, love circumscribed, love lukewarm is by God decried.
92
Love was the priest who married them.
93
Knowing that froggie fear was endangered by horsie hooves, Pegasus grew wings
and then he arose framed by a sky of orange pink and rose.
94
We came to a crossroads and what did we see? All directions pointing..
to his heart's infinity
95
Your heart is a blazing star.. sending forth infinite rays in all directions.
96
The boy's chubby little hand gently cups the puppy's head. A
magic little cup this hand.. which holds the liquid of love though upside down.
97
The sun craves no limelight as he grows limes in his light.
98
As morning wands with a dewdrop each grass spire, so little acts of kindness are by God given great power
99
Oh womanizer or manizer most polygamous...only the sun can be nonviolently milligamous
100
Moving cloud maya makes the sun appear to wink. But his love is constant, not on and off.
101
For love the model forsook the runway. From shallow worlds she did run away.
Her love awaited at airport Monday. They taxi'd down the runway
102
He aspired to be a Venutian rather than a martyr.. to follow
the path of venus' love rather than sometimes angry mars.
103
Wavecarved caves near the seagirt rock.. wavesculpted into a seagulled rookery..
104
Every morn...the sea reborn ...is smoke and mirrors..... fog and reflection.
105
Rain at sea... redundancy. Sun at sea... brilliancy
106
We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea
107
The rock temple to Poseidon will in some millenium show crumbling,
but the wavy sea will remain... as ever the ocean main.
108
Today in their palate of many hues
the sky and sea have 9000 shades of blue
109
Little petstore goldfishes.. suffocating in the tiny plastic bag..
God set you free..into fresh water rivers which lead to the sea.
110
They call the wind lackadaisical, but because she in freedom blows,
the world will never lack for daisies
111
Over the stones the river skips Between large rocks the river slips.
Down the falls the river trips, Into peaceful pools where deer sip
112
How can one give aid and comfort to the enemy if one has no enemies,
if one lives as peacefully as a rose or anemone.
113
On the desk a book open, windblown to a different page and it timely message
114

As a chambered nautilus is by his nature forced into a bigger chamber

God breaks our heartsto show us more skies amber

115
From the Maker's majesty manifest myriad mangoes
116
.With love for all she does upwell..
and so each of her heart's desire fruits...on her soultree in satiety swells
117
God's highlighted synchronicities.....often come in threes..... trinities of simplicity
118
When attacks come to auras spherical .they boomerang upon the senders.
This is spiritual physics, of the laws of miracles
119
O Lord to You we give thanks that in time Polish horses defeat Nazi tanks.
120
Pansies fringe the rusting panzers
121
For each God is rearranging the stars into a special script.
a secret message, a puzzle solution, a fortune cookie joy strip
122
Your heart is a blazing star.. sending forth infinite rays in all directions.
123
Dust caked plant confined within house walls..stares out wistfully
as cleansing raindrops make loveslides down free leaves
124
Thank God that tides, breaking beams of light, cleansing winds,
nursing rains..rush in where angels, it is falsely said,fear to tread.
125
The peony sphere has no perfume.. until she opens the petals of her heart
126
To the lowlying sea.river waters to her most humble point descending..
are then by the sun's lovelight waters are ascending
127
Mother, you are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover. You are the bloom, the bee, the OerHoverer.
You are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
128
How do the words of the Peaceful Master become the tirades of warmonger pastors?
129
Japanese beetles, unheralded seamstresses, sew eyelets in the rose and stitch lilacs to lilace
130
The heart's love has surrounded the mind's critical knife sheathing it with silence.
131
The South Wind has for the evening donned jasmine scent
132
As a tide floats all boats..As great music lifts all lyrics
..so do love's spirit pinions..give wings to all opinions.
133
Living shrimp in a bucket jailed looked up at us with their penetrating sweet
black eyes on stalks. Voiceless, hey pleaded for mercy
134
From the shore one looks up to the sanddune grass..10,000 green brushes trying where they laid to paint the blue sky jade
135
Compass needles are magnetized to the north
but compassion unencompassed in all directions pours.
136
Roses are pink. Violets are violet. Our love for you is forever inviolate
137
She is my beloved sister...of all who come her way the loving assister

138

 April blooms gifts for the eyes

 

September fruits

Food gifts' surprise

139
She was baptized in water by her brother's rare tears..
baptized in fire by her mother's unshed tears
140
Like a treebranch gently touching a nested egg he knocked on her heartdoor. To let him in required unlocking defensive walls of her past
141
The Allgiving sun passes light... through persimmon tree leaf filters.. filling her fruit with lovepotion juice...paradisical philters
142
As much as the stable shore does God hallow the waving sea's shellshod shallows
143
The incoming egalitarian tide melts the last ice of apartheid
144
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder. sometimes the falling rain.
Always it burst our hearts asunder & made them vibrate.empathic in pain
145
God, Your Your lilies and amarylis with delight do fill us.'
God replied "'I made them for My Beloved Phyllis"
146
In the sea, each sweet sponge, a zillion strong, singing his own lovesong
147
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth for he magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.
148
Bursting blooms of bluebonnet to the sun sing silent sonnets..
A beetlebored bamboo flute.. Yonder wind plays upon it
149
He has changed. He has grown No longer bud but Love fullblown
150
The trees of life randomly grow but the graves of Arlington are set in rows
151
Once I wrote "Love not force rides the horse" but now write
"Love granting freedom rides no horse".
152
As longfingered sun touches a cloistered trillium & lakes tremble in the light of stars so poets'
wordrainbows play heartstrings from afar
153
The sun wears no dark glasses. He has nothing to hide
and is not threatened by his own light
154
The sun does not kill and tell.. but how can the tree hide her new peaches in the dell
155
Noah was saved on the ark from the quandary of accepting sharks.
They could swim in the seas and not harm those in the barque
156
Not in chaotic shards do dandelion seeds burst from their ball.
Each part as perfect as the whole. Each each contains the all
157
'No fishing allowed' said the fish outloud
158
Can one snuff the stars or shoot the sun? Can one kill God? the
universally indwelling Sun?
159
As tiny clouds veil sunlight, so lapses hide inner light, yet no 'sin' is mortal All reside in Lasting All live in Love immortal
160
In the realm of democratic elms none is asked to take the helm
161
Buddha was a Hindu. Jesus was a Jew. Getting caged in labels blocks the God in me and you
162
'Receives all arrows the universal quiver as the sea receives all lonely rivers
163
Ships in bottles cannot sail, but messages unsealed from bottles do.
Their words are sometimes meant most for those who find the script
164
Night outs the stars.. they fall in love with their own light, realizing they need no other.
165
Enpine the cone! Enoak acorn! Enpeach the seed that inner sun be freed!
166
Delilah's lilac'd fields Lilliputian the Lord of Love has many lilies put in

167
Steve Jobs: What are the jobs of appletrees? To breathe and to be.. while apples come automatically
168
Those depressing stormclouds grey... wand the world to green

169

There is no pit-like granite inside the ruby pomegranate

Only scarlet juice formed of morning dews

170

Many no longer want Asian dogs slain for meat.

 And more and more want no more animals slain for dogs' meat

171

Mother bird, how can you protect your nestlings

in the hurricane. Mother deer, how can you

shelter your doe in the forest fire?

 Mother bear, who can quench your cuddly

 cubs' thirst in a drought?

172
Pearls are orbed articles, mucusy sand particles 'untimely ripped'
from coprophagous oysters, themselves torn from their gentle cloisters

173
The river tarries not over the stones of karma. To seaward joyfully running
is her destiny's dharma
174
There are only newfallen laurel leaves in Richard Wilbur's laureate wreaths
for he takes only what Mother Earth gently bequeaths
175
Most can from the apple tree pick spies. But only God can pluck blazing stars
from the skies
176
The clarified waters of Snowdrop Lake are made of melted hexagonal snowflakes
177
Ice does not in pain scream when he melts in the stream nor when he climbs higher as spiraling steam

 178
That God is Universal Love.. is it a license to be promiscuous, polyamorous, polygamous, polyandrous?
179
Message in sea bottles. Tidings in the tides. Time's
rivers to the timeless sea glide. Every being will with God abide

180

Two roses dwelt above the very sharpest thorns. So high they swayed in morning light, their fleece was never shorn.

181

The bee bids adieu  to the bloom clad in dew

for the bee can't yet be. He must do and again do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Wind is Never Too Late

Folder: 
Wayward Motions

The Wind is never too late
Minutes and hours may pool into an endless shadow clock
but She cares not for the tick tock tick tock
She has been cast into many worlds
With no hope to ever unfurl

Ravaged with unrest
We seek Her company but know not what is best
For Her

She curls Her arms in a lover's embrace
We reach out in hope
We leave with despair

To Her
we are a ghost of live's past
we are a measure of time She cannot understand
we become dust in Her shapeless lands

And yet... the Wind is never too late
She casts Her endless touch
Hoping        needing        yearning

She is here
She is now
She is always
(The past cannot present itself
when the future was never there)

Sadness beckons, widens, and burdens
And like a loose cannon
we shoot out into the distance
reaching out for anything

To hold
To conquer
To master
To love

But, The Wind... She knows
She is never too late
She catches our follies when we become one with the daisies
She carries our songs which blankets those worlds
She chronicles our stories and heralds them across endless sands

The Wind is here
The Wind is now
The Wind is always

For us
For Her

Author's Notes/Comments: 

After returning from a trip to the mountains I am finding myself in unrest. I miss the wind across my face. I miss the serenity of the forests. I miss many things and yet I aim to adjust the sails of reality and move forward. Hopefully, soon.

Pandora's Box

.............

 

exhaustion surrounds 

 

permeating her auric feild

 

like a blanket of thick smoke

 

retiring into the darkness of night

 

it is her solace and place of quietude

 

undaunted by earthly storms 

 

the raging fires of voicy havoc

 

 raucous misunderstandings

 

petty misgivings that cloud the path to clarity

 

slowly and calmly anesthetized 

 

by the rise and fall of her chest

 

the inspiration of her breath

 

 far into the depths of unconscious planes

 

dreaming of spatial incongruencies

 

distorted views of the day's events

 

 slip into a place where they make more sense

 

awakened by a sound

 

 a child weeping

 

baby soft skin broken by the remnants 

 

of an ogre's  shame and anguish 

 

after dropping bombs on innocent women and children

 

abandoned by an angel of forgiveness

 

left in the scourge of suffering

 

accompanied by his own flesh and blood babies 

 

 one man's desperation 

 

the cold war has been resurrected

 

a house of horrors comes alive

 

it is up to each one to survive

 

 raw emotion pierces a hole

 

gnawing like lightning through the night

 

 into the core of her soul

 

awakening with cries

 

but after 35 years

 

she is finally alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

10:07 PM 7/3/2013

©

 

..............

Author's Notes/Comments: 

What war does. it lasts long after it's over.my father beat me 2 months after my mother's sudden death, and I blocked it out for 35 years of my life.

The Artisan's Throne

I think that just beyond the deepest point

Our souls can reach, 

There lies the place where 

Our children wait to incarnate,

 

And in the darkness, 

 

Actuated through voluminous walls of air,

Gravity sucks them into it's vacuum,

They enter into slimy saturation, 

And flesh and bone begins 

To imbue their being.

 

They permeate this budding existence 

Without defense, or knowledge,

Propelled by the force they left, 

Where they circled in space,

For thousands of Earth years.

 

Now a human, living love essence,

Bound to slice the charred debris

Of our sometimes too well thought out plans,

A step ahead of us they plow their way

To mold us, sometimes scold us, 

Scar and control us.

 

As they journey to become born, 

While seeds of this innate knowing

Burrow deep within their subconscious,

Our eyes, gazing upon the miracle of birth itself,

Project us into blissful delight at their presence,

 

Comforting us as we spar with the hand of mortality,

 

Reminding us in our deepest repression,

The space from which we came,

Taunting our moment of utter euphoria,

A subtle elusive gnawing query, 

Starved, by and through our own ignorance 

And trepidation of who we are.

 

So our retort to this vexatious notion 

Becomes an obsessive adoration 

Of these fleshy creations which do not even belong to us,

 

They are the squires of our purpose,

 

Like projectile bits of sawdust and splintered wood

From a carpenter's saw,

Remnants of the artisan's aspirations,

And humanity's desperation to fullfill the promise of 

A life well lived.

 

I used to love to watch my grandfather in his basement,

Carving fine artistry from rough edged pieces of wood,

As I rocked in the small rocking chair he made for myself,

My siblings and cousins, each taking our turns,

At the artisan's throne.

 

 

 

 

1:47 AM 6/25/2013 © 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

A human experience

The Mercenary and The Squire

The nightly curtain crept across the land
Forcing to life all that are under its command
And by its hand, lustful shadows cast upon a wall
As into a passionate love we do, once again, fall

Soldiers, basking bodies in their master’s lunar light
A practice field where many may show their true might
It is here that in private rounds longing is released
When it is flesh of the innocent upon which they feast

Enter the ring, a ravenous mercenary with many kills
And by his hand he brings along a squire of many skills
To dual away until altered is the purity of her soul
So that come morning he may say it is her he has stole

But smart was the squire whose sinlessness was feigned
By her body and to it so the mercenary would be chained
Unwise was he as he drew her closer by his leading hand
So quickly the she squire gave him all he could withstand

Long into the hours of their master’s reign they battled
Until it seemed that both fighters were visibly rattled
Battered and panting they agreed to a truce
To stay in each others arms required no excuse

Stay like that they did, well into the reign of dawn
But with no fear, for their master had not gone
Wrapped in his curtain of darkness they remained
Safe from the world, their lust filled night contained

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The mercenary is a man.
The squire is a woman.
The night is their master.

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The One I Serve

Folder: 
2011

I know that I have written
A similar one before
But he is no longer in the picture
And it was ten years ago that
I left him way behind

But with you, I never
See myself leaving you
Not unless you tell me to leave
And I will be forced to comply
Because you are the one I serve

So please tell me that you
Will be my master for forever
And a day because one minute
Away from you is more than
A second than I can bear

I love the fact that you do
Not make it obvious
It’s not really a life style for us
It’s just the way we are
And I hope it stays that way

Because you mean everything to me
And I am hoping that I
Mean the same to you
Because I will always feel like this
And you I will always serve

~Chrystal
Written on
December 19, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written to Tom Nevelle. This is how I feel about him. He means everything to me, more than life itself. I can feel him, even now, next to me. Even though, in truth, he is at his place doing his thing and I am at mine. We have a connection that is undenable. That is why I couldn't break up with him, when he found 'His Toy'. She is know gone and away from him, and that makes me happy. I think that the whole point of doing that was to prove, he is "The One I Serve'.

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Why I Love You

Folder: 
2011

How do I love thee?
There are too many ways
To sit here and count
So I’ll just write a few reasons

I love you because of
How sweet you are
How considerate you are
And for your patients

Yes your patients
Of dealing with me
Brain injury and all
Even though I may forget

The little things like
When your birthday is
I don’t forget you
Or anything like that

I love you, Master
For forever and a day
And that I will serve you
As long as I live

~Chrystal
Written on
November 25, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written for Tom ___. I may soon be able to put his last name here. So I will go through and change all these poems. Until then, you have to deal with it. :P

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