2018 Poetry Form Challenge
#22 French Sonnet
By the time Wyatt and Surrey introduced Petrarch to England, sonnets were popular throughout
Europe, including France where a group called "Pleiade" was dedicated to importing Italian
Despite the aggression between England and France, because of the closeness of the two countries is it logical to assume that there would be a secondary source of the sonnet form imported into England and that it be via France.
Realistically apart from the 14 lines, and an octave of two quatrains there is no obvious link of the English to the Italian Forms as the internal rhymes are different, and what is proposed here is that the French Sonnet is that link. Like the Italian and the English it has an octave comprising two quatrains, but unlike the Italian and like the English it has a sestet comprised of a couplet and a quatrain and it is possible that the English sonnet was derived from the French Sonnet form and not the Italian one. The difference being that the English grouped the Quatrains together and turned (Volta) with a couplet the last two lines, but the French turned with the sestet and used the quatrain to close.
The internal rhyme is still different, but that can be attributed to the differences of the "Romance" language which has its own natural rhythm and rhyme, compared to English and the more natural did dah line rhyme just as Iambic is considered to be "English Sing Song".
The form has exactly the same quatrain as the Petrarch .. a. b. b. a ... a. b. b. a.
The sestet begins with a couplet .. c. c., and like the Italian sestet, we have a choice of quatrains to play with. .. d. e. e. d.
or more French, .. d. c. c. d.
or more English .. d. e. d. e.
French Sonnet Challenge
Hindus everywhere today celebrate
The Festival of Lights, their Divali,
To mark how goodness can claim victory
Over evil; a day to contemplate:
And as families and friends congregate
To share food, gifts and camaraderie,
Though Christian I honour this day for we
Are all brothers, so I participate.
When darkness comes our isle will be alight
With deyas that will burn throughout the night.
Like Christmas Divali comes once a year,
A chance for us to make a brand new start
To sew the seeds of love within each heart;
What better way to spread joy and good cheer.
I stained my finger, dipped it in red ink
Today, and whilst I don't hold out much hope
That my choice will climb the slippery slope
To success this time, there are those who think
They have a chance, that things change in the blink
Of an eye, and they've given enough rope
For another group to hang themselves; scope
For victory; they have to swim or sink.
I pray that I have cast my ballot well,
What will come after only time will tell.
I love my home, it has always been so
No other place on earth I want to be,
From outside to the bone, a 'true Trini;'
But ugly currents drive our undertow.
He sometimes attends church this aged man,
Who lives in a mental facility,
And there are times it's true when he can be
A pest, and so some 'church folk' tried to ban
Him from this place of prayer; a devious plan
That did not work; and because at times he
Will squeeze himself into a pew you see
He is a source of distress to the 'clan.'
The lesson that was taught today was deep
I pray it roused those amongst us who sleep.
The Pharisee stood proud, launched an attack
On 'lesser' folk, as he pounded his chest;
The Publican stayed humbly in the back,
Denouncing himself as he beat his breast.
He loved me before I was even born,
He gave me parents who were there for me,
With two brothers guarding me zealously:
But when my Father died I could not mourn
His passing long enough, I felt forlorn;
Until my Mum said “Maryse, let him be,
He’s run his race and we were so lucky
To share his life, but he was weary, worn.”
I marvelled for I knew she missed him so,
But accepted his time had come to go.
From deep inside I give thanks every day,
For though unworthy I’ve been greatly blessed,
And even when I complain and protest,
My heart speaks more than words could ever say.
We stumble often sometimes even fall
Upon Life's rocky road of ups and downs,
And there are times we get up, make no sounds,
And continue our journey, standing tall.
Sometimes we stand our backs against a wall,
And listen to our own heart as it pounds
Furiously in our breast, fear knows no bounds;
Those are the times we whimper and we crawl.
Life can be beautiful, a dream come true,
But Life can play some dirty tricks on you.
We're in the game from birth until we die,
We learn to take the punches on the chin,
Bandage our wounds, face the world with a grin
, Because we know big boys and girls don't cry.
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I wonder what is our final destiny
And if Fate will always be in control?
In Youth, Sonata Allegro is the roll
Realise now that music is an entity
Adagio is at ease, comfortable, whole.
With middle life we have serenity
Then a crescendo and the final ecstasy.
The beat picks up with a lively call.
An encore and violins claim attention
Then cellos take us to a new dimension
Followed by the woodwind fixing the mood
After the applause the music doesn't exist
It's the day we finally disappear in the mist
Up in the clouds we smile, life has been good.
It was autumn, the tourists had gone away
And another sunny day, another time.
Slightly warmer perhaps for this clime
We had decided this was the place to stay.
Walking along the beach we'd walk every day
Stopping awhile to skim a stone, a time sublime
Then chase on again to run just in playtime
Such were our days and such was our play.
Daily drives to tourist traps and shopping malls
And the nights of love where I was enthralled
Or spend a day driving visiting old friends
Driving back with a Guinness smile and a mem'ry
Too soon time calls "Quit" and all this ends
Through mists of time remembering what used to be.
Gliding on mighty dragon wings,
Floating high o'er silken cloud,
Of sweet white cotton candy crowd,
Looking below makes my heart sing.
Ploughed field are not for kings
Tapestried earth make farmers proud
But fit warriors only with a shroud
And dragons think of different things.
We think of gold as common stuff,
Whilst what we have is quite enough,
Greed and power is the sin of clan
Humans acquire all sorts of stuff
Being told that their life is tough,
This is the first lie told by man.
Somewhere in the mists of time I met you
Sharing wine and bread together you and I
Singing songs to echo through eternity
And each life we wait until our rendezvous.
With each meeting this life the days are few
Sharing wine and bread and being happy
Confident of a love that is a certainty
Planned by fate, getting stronger as it grew
Once again somewhere in time we shall meet
We will move in time and feet will tap a beat
As we sing and speak of our love in rhyme.
Breaking bread, and from the wineglass sup
Life's wine growing tastier with each cup
Certain we'll meet again, somewhere in time.
Some foolish jokes can amuse you
Others can hurt and break your heart
It takes time to mend that broken part.
Sometimes it takes a week or two.
Sometimes the relationship is through
Because of words and what they impart
When a friend is trying to be too smart
And things said in innocence end in a blue.
Foolish jokes are made to make us grin
Not meant to humble us or get under skin.
The more serious we take ourself,
The greater will be the resulting pain.
Just put your ego back on the shelf,
And learn to be human once again.
Heaven is always full of children's laughter
For wherever there are children there is God.
Never questioning love or of thinking it's odd.
It is being with your lover and the ever after,
Heaven's a million things not just the hereafter
It is sitting down, enjoying an ice-cream glob
Secure in the knowledge of each other's love.
Swapping tastes with your lover and laughter
It is waking up in a morning with the view,
Of seeing her smile and hearing, "I love you".
Heaven is sitting down together saying naught
The smile in her eyes tell you thousands of things
Feel sorrow for those not knowing what love brings
And making you realise how easy Heaven is bought.
I love the way
I love the way that you have opened my eyes
It is nothing of what I may say or of how I speak
There is no bias or anger on which to wreak
But merely an opening to love, a surprise.
I see you now, welcome me without a disguise
We have known each other forever, or a week
We have shared our souls and seen me weak
And now we are soul mates, there are no lies.
Because of the time here I cannot tell you
Because of the where I cannot show you.
Believe in a time when all will make sense
Believe in a time when all cannot be new
But more importantly will always be you
By opening up there is no need for defence.
Jeannies Kitten - Boris Vallejo & Julie Bell
Kiss me and think nought of yesterday
Because passion today is so easily bought.
But that's not the way I was taught.
The cheaper bought the easier given away
Respect your partner is the proper way
I expect you'll laugh at what I was taught
Finally with time learn how respect's sought.
Then later perhaps detect some wise old essay
There is no easy way to love, it's never free
But once gained it can be nurtured so easily.
Kiss me and realise there will be no sorrow
Now raise your glass to mine and let's drink.
With time your apprehensions will shrink
Our glasses will clink, celebrating tomorrow.
Guitars, soft rhythm slips out,
Like a soft, tongued incision,
Licking, slowly, into persuasion,
Until achieving that ecstatic shout.
Percussion beats its electronic pout,
A more solid bodied invasion,
Powerful, thrusting, precision,
Of orgasmic rhythm, no doubt.
Yielding calls to another's soul,
Are answered making one whole.
Gentle heartbeats are shared by two,
And caring conversation is the way.
Love and music shall carry the day,
And carry into the night time to.
I looked this morning for the first time
Seeing a whole new world waiting.
For a while watching blue skies creating
White scudding airships, and their climb
Towards their port a darkness away.
I heard the birds no longer mating
Instead like any couple debating
Food and kids and school and crime.
I pondered on this and went my way
It gave an insight in how to treat my day.
I feel the media has too much power
It tries too much to control our lives
What was a good thing has turned sour
Spreading deceit is how it survives.
Soft winds blow o'er moonlit sheets of green
Highlighting darker paths of what was brown,
Leading from what was a familiar town,
To an unknown future, and places yet unseen.
Clouds silently manoeuvre and reset the scene
And doubt enters the mind and on the face a frown
Replaces carefree smile as rain suddenly beats down.
Swiftly removing pictures of what could have been.
What was promise now seems lost in all the rain
Creating more fear to walk on this new path again.
But come the morn, a new sight will be seen,
With once dull pastures shiny, refreshed withal
And drought starved trees again standing tall
As strong winds blow o'er sunlit sheets of green.
When I talk to you the words come easy,
Yet inside the turmoil, the excitement,
Can my words cause you torment,
When each syllable slips out so freely?
Show me that you think I'm worthy,
And you really know what is meant.
Don't miss my love, my true intent,
My mind willing to speak so lovingly.
But what of you, what do you say
Except to smile, and then walk away.
Understand my doubt and set me free,
Do not walk away, instead please talk,
Then hand in hand, we can walk,
And spend together in eternity.
Within the setting sun
Your eyes reflect gold from the setting sun.
Your kiss is far sweeter than any breeze.
Your movements show intent to please,
In my heart I know our eve has just begun.
That feeling now, oh how my head has spun,
Just like waves I feel your gentle touches tease.
Your voice, a whisper gives my senses ease,
I can't wait to see your eyes in the rising sun.
Like the sand succumbs to the waved measure
I lie back awhile and savour this time of leisure.
Your eyes still flashing, they are oh so bright
I know now that I have found my treasure.
A life spent with you would be a pleasure,
So I kiss you, and bid you, a loving good-night.
Yin and Yang
We talk as if we know the facts
That we have met and loved before
Realising it was on another shore
Since then we have taken many tracks.
The Yin and Yang always attracts
Separation making love grow more
Closer to eternity we now explore
Our last lessons readying our acts.
Will silent days and fasts prepare us,
Or need to be together and assess
Our souls progress and their need for what?
We are now aware of what we need
Knowing fate has carefully laid the seed
We will make the time to carefully plot.
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What is silicone shall it be of plastic
Or of a made up synthetic compound
Where inert polymers shall be found
But inplants of silicone may be drastic
Within falsity may be vainly dramatic
Silence cannot remain for ever unbound
Within these modern ways of ultrasound
May reveal the future as problematic
It may be far better to leave well alone
Than suffer the outcome of the unknown
Be happy that life has prospered so well
Within health and comfort in abundance
Do not be lured within the silicone gel
That may condone a polluted substance.
This day I have been to Aqua Aerobics
I within a black designer swim suit
And was feeling not so bad to boot
Confidence reigned but so did tricks
Most present were of younger chicks
I with confidence never cared a hoot
Though I was never really an enthusiac
My climax came with latin American dance
Steps of passion was in with my chance
Which is where I had made my final bow
'Though scared I was of acting the fool
That was way back when it was all the go
Until I had revived what was once cool.
Cast Nout,'Til May's Out
This day almost felt like an early spring
Skies of blue and the earth was like new
I saw a shoot where the snowdrops grew
Migrating birds were not yet on the wing
But I had heard the crow and a robin sing
Days like this were rare except for a few
An early spring may never remain as true
It's just mother of nature doing her thing
Making hay whilst the warm sun may shine
Ne-er cast off clothes not yours nor mine
Tomorrow may change this I do know
Cannot rely on the immediate forecast
For winds may bring the oncoming snow
Then the spring like weather may not last.
Darkness Unto Light
I looked for you but the night was dark
Not a star in the skye to light my way
I waited within time I dared not stay
God only knows what fate may embark
Tho' I searched in vain all was so stark
Fate only knew that I should lose my way
With the night against me there was no day
A glimmer of hope that lets off a spark
May recover your image from the unknown
Brightness of a star that was never shown
No matter how I called out your name
My efforts were just to be unspoken
Deep in the darkest night was to blame
Yet within our star it became unbroken.
As the desert sand grows hot within the east
I watch the misty haze of a lovers mirage
This fantasy within loves visional corsage
Returns as in lore with power increased
This shall be so as for man and for beast
Powers of instinct thus man may invisage
All that shall be unto his prime advantage
Let the love of a desert remain unleashed
Love hath come and love conquered all
Softly hath spoken within an eastern call
The heat of the moment so soft of heart
Shall but treasure the warmth there upon
The sun and the sands of the east may part
Yet passion lingers and shall ever dwell on.
Shadows play tricks to the fearful eye
Within a dark night in a woodland glade
Amidst mystic shadows that promenade
Against a magical moon that wonders defy
The foggy dew that gathers beneath the sky
Shall enhance a bleakness this night made
That ghostly scene between light and shade
Whispering breeze and a breathless sigh
Teased against dark and the moons light
Fears of invaded spirits of the night
That may instil terror unto the unknown
And shall haunt within tapestry of time
Yet still the spirits thrive to be shown
Within the same place in another clime.
Maybe the lull before a violent storm
Not a thing within pleasure to obtain
Except splashing in puddles yet again
As an adult when ever shall I reform
I do not think that I shall ever conform
I may ever be happier when I see rain
Maybe I still have my youth to regain
When it is cold I shall remain as warm
Something inside says I do not belong
But I know myself that they are wrong
I may be happy doing what pleases me
Until the time when I hear the final call
'Tis then I shall resist complete and free
When the final day arrives I shall not fall.
I who felt his warm breath upon my face
Within passions that forgoeth such pleasure
Of loves embraces that shall ever measure
Up to dreams of two lovers close embrace
As they felt the ecstasy of touch retrace
Such a feeling shall be ours to treasure
When instinct of lovers unite together
Within ecstasy of passion shall interlace
How then can this love be classed as sin
When they know it feels just right within
There is none can say that this was wrong
When life began love was part of the plan
And has been ever since an eternity long
For a man was ever borne from a woman.
I think I somehow got lost along the way
For everything I do seems to be wrong
Maybe it's because I shall never belong
Or perhaps it just might not be my day
If I was a poet I may have words to say
Or even the courage just to sing a song
Because my feelings are so very strong
But if I grew wings I would fly far away
Not that anyone had noticed I'd flown
For time and space may be unbeknown
Yet maybe some day I shall return anew
Given the chance to change my old ways
When it is dark new lights shine through
Time may be worthy of love and of praise.
Come worthy daughter of the pagan King
Weep not for the sins of a worthless man
Cast afar thine eyes from his wicked plan
Pure you may be as a bird upon the wing
To fly free from thy mothers wedded ring
Come flee Dymphyna as fast as you can
Far away from where his evil deeds began
To remain there is no more hope to bring
Be not heartbroken by his wicked deed
Within future history he may not succeed
But the time and the date was unknown
Lost within the space of ancient history
And so fragile was her remains as shown
For all there was left shall be no mystery.
She Who Arose
She arose from the depth an earthen floor
From silence of a tomb that bore no words
Midst the damp mist upon the call of birds
The fall of dying bough's shall encore
As tears within her eyes sap shall ever pour now
For all she was shall remain again outward
Yet in time shall past memories reward
May she ever again feel love and explore
The passion she once beheld in her heart
That upon the end of her season fell apart
Yet returns once more as in times of past
An image destiny had provided too late
Her life was now just a withered recast
With not a memory of her previous fate.
Tree of Life
Darkness surrounds the great tree of life
Yet warmth of nature's shining through
Shades of autumn shall but misconstrue
Of radiant jewels that bear not of strife
No need to prune by an untimely knife
That may mar the shades of natures hue
No such disaster within seasons review
Nor cruelty of storms that shareth rife
Shall hide an obscure tree from the sun
There shall be no remedy not even one
To procure the destiny of a living tree
Tis only nature that may stay on course
That may nurture all that beauty shall be
Within the presence of a natural source.
Tumbleweed and Sons
Old TwisterTumbleweeds running amok
Within highest of winds he cannot stop
Circling faster than an old spinning top
His heart it was ticking loud like a clock
Not in his power to slow down and walk
He had to watch out for the farmers crop
His breath was down to the very last drop
So much so that he never did dare to talk
Wild winds had left him tattered and torn
Though his saplings thrived midst the corn
And tumble weeds grew as strong and tall
To fight the strong winds of eternal power
Which echos finally from flower to bower
WhenTwisterTumbleweeds off springs call.
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Blank paper its time for you and I
to color the empty
with words of beauty
as I begin this task I cry
For many reasons I know not why
I feel this need to be pithy
knowing it is my duty
to give thoughts that are frail and shy
New wings to travel and explore
and gently open each closed door
for it is better to try
to write than not at all
and answer ones inner call
to be free to fly
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It's easy to compare love to a rose;
The delicate and dangerous cliche's;
Emerging and yet rooted in its ways;
The darling bud that every sophomore knows;
The haute couture of all of nature's clothes;
Enjoying care and loving sunny days;
Surviving, even thriving cutting blades,
As season after season the heart grows.
And then I'd have to write myself the bee
Whose fascination I did not foresee;
As yours became my garden to attend,
Sweetly. Marking your tendency toward light,
And hopefully, remaining in your sight,
I'll come to see which way the vine will bend.
Eleventh Hour Reprieve
Why lingers this interminable hour,
While all the rest have elapsed with such speed;
And all that we have sown has gone to seed?
Why crane our necks toward ivory towers
To beg for wisdom from higher powers;
When yet, in fact, we have within our sights
The dream potential of ten thousand nights,
And our hearts could bloom like lotus flowers?
We carry burdens never meant to be
So heavy to prevent us being free,
Nor weigh us down with guilt and shame. Instead,
We ought just use the eyes we have to see,
That we restrain ourselves; we hold the key;
And we decide the path on which we tread!
I'd like to buy the house one more wee drop
Before the time runs on the current task;
So far, it's done far more than I could ask
In helping irrigate the current crop.
I must confess, I don't expect to stop
Siphoning words from inside oaken casks
And pouring liquid gold into my flask
For further use, two fingers from the top.
It's served quite well to lubricate the gears
And loosen parts that had been stuck for years.
Yes, I am more full than I predicted,
And as I live, I never sip alone;
Drinks around, and happily addicted,
Tonight we sing, tomorrow we atone!
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Oh, woa is me, practicing doctors with stupidity
Never in all my life have I been so pulled apart
Their Stupidity has drained my hopeful heart
Precisely what happened to their so called ability?
Appalled I be at them; their comments are not advisability
I've never been without caring doctors, these just think of money
Nurses fighting over who is the primary insurance, ain't that funny
I just need help in the relief of pain, and need some acceptability
Purrhaps, Friday I'll straighten these lam-brain nurses out
And this up coming week, I can pick myself up and joyously shout
Purraying I'll have strength to write several more appeals,
I've been laying on the floor day and night, tears like a water spout
Maybe I can write more and turn them over to an attorney with clout
I've lost weight caused from pain stricking when eating meals
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I'm resting deep within myself, I sit
And feel my breath fill lungs and chest.
This living silence, wherein I feel blessed
A pause in which I watch my soul admit.
In breathing out I relax to permit
Precious moments as quietude's bequest.
Mind and body to this glorious rest
Less thoughts interfere, with joy I commit.
Awareness is heightened in mind's retreat
As inner space widens I feel complete.
Inhaling fresh air I feel my chest rise,
Peace enters my senses at each repeat.
In this moment of now, no thoughts compete;
I am in Your presence without disguise.
I look at myself and look at the world,
Watch other people who are just like me;
Beyond our different outsides I see
inside we're alike, truth slowly unfurled.
As days pass so quickly, life's in a swirl,
When thoughts crowd my mind, I'm no longer free,
In turning within, I lay down my plea.
My heart starts to listen, opens, uncurls;
In silence peace grows, then gently enfolds
My soul with light - it no longer withholds.
Within newfound space I know I exist,
I have found myself, come back from the cold.
I've called out to You, Your mercy untold.
Miserere mei, Deus, assist.
I close my eyes and watch the world recede
My mind a lake in which no stones are thrown.
In meditation, sitting at thy throne
I rest between each breath, surrender, freed.
My sanctuary inside I care to heed,
In this safe place I know I can atone,
Let go old hurt and worries- I am known;
Your healing silence gives me all I need.
This time within is to meant to share with thee,
Here, in thy presence I am offered lee.
My heart rejoices when I feel your force,
You are my anchor, my guide and light
As contemplation leads me to my source
My soul is unburdened, filled with delight.
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Divina and Terry
When meadows green turn to fields of gold
'Tis then the harvest of autumn shall yield
Back to the soil where all is concealed
From earths nutrients as past days of old
Within previous seasons had been told
Blanketed by the future winds to shield
Within future times shall be revealed
For all that had been may surely unfold
Within future growth that shall befall
This harvest shall be one to nurture all
Autumn returns within a quarter season
Within mother of natures blessed call
When the acorns and the chestnuts fall
To yield once more for a future reason.
Winter..The time of rest
All plants are bare no longer their best
As the bulbs and seed await natures will
In the earth the future is asleep and still
Because now it is the time for all to rest.
Some birds have flown to a warmer nest
For a while we'll no longer hear their trill
In their wisdom gone to avoid the chill
But with spring we will again be blessed.
The kernels of life must lie there complete
On call awaiting natures Nature's beat.
All other forms of life are dormant also
The earth's energy needs to recharge.
Fields lie fallow but soon they'll grow
For now only sleep will aid the charge.
Old Ways Of Spring
Come gather the blossom that blooms in may
That shall be strewn across the scullery floor
So fresh with fragrance upon the open moor
Cast ye fresh herbs upon this fine spring day
Shall cast a spell that may send spirits away
Thus was the beliefs of the simple and poor
They simply swept the herbs out of the door
Strewn with a tiny proportion from hay
When evil spirits be gone earth shall be calm
Spring may be free of ague with herbal balm
To shed properties that heals one and all
Though natural wisdom of a herbal charm
Throughout the seasons has done no harm
'Tis now the old ways within time may call.
Summer....The time of life
This time in life is always natures own
Full of splendour as new life abounds
See how a lamb around the field bounds
The time for everything that's grown.
And grateful to life for all that is known
New fruits are lush on all the grounds
Flowers spring up, all over beauty abounds
Soon ready for gathering all that's sown.
A time of life knowing all of it's worth,
A time of beauty that welcomes all birth.
There is nought to cause misery's frown
Most people realise that they are blessed
Everywhere is coated in a green gown
As all life around is growing with zest.
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Leny and Terry
The clock goes forward in a week or two,
Announcing Spring, the end of ice and snow
When warming sun invites all plants to grow;
Already crocuses appear on cue.
Above, the sky is dressed in pale light blue,
Adorned with cloudy ribbons in white rows.
Sun sends her golden beams to all below,
Her touch is calling plants awake, break through.
The wheels of time move on, Spring's on her way
with snowbells' bobbing heads in bright display.
My roses show their first red budding leaves
As flocks of geese returning pass and call.
Under my roof the sparrows crowd the eaves
Preparing to build nests, their eggs won't fall.
The clocks go back tonight at two
Six months now of darker eves
From the evening, daylight thieves
We'll all be sad when it is through.
Those who dislike this are very few,
But some would argue who believe
In balance, when days start and leave
That would cater for just a few.
But winter is cold the darkest time
In darkness in and out of bed we climb.
But on summers eves we happily sit
Outdoors and enjoy the warmth
A pleasanter time you must admit
Than indoors on a winter month.
"He who wants to do good knocks at the gate:
he who loves finds the door open." - Tagore
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