If I were a boy…..
If I were a boy I would never fall in love, never get emotionally attached and get straight to the point when it comes to sex. There shouldn’t be reason to get hurt if you don’t allow the opportunity for it to happen. If I were a boy I would think my purpose in life is to break hearts when really and truly we are meant to mend the heart, console the heart, adore the heart and capture the heart. We would capture the hearts of ladies with our sweet words and constant loving and affection. We would forget the first date, the first kiss and even the first time we said I love you. We forget birthdays and we forget dates and at times we may not even remember her last name. Her favorite color may mean nothing to us and her favorite I would always forget if it’s not the same as mine.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Same person before i met you
I am the same person I was before I met you
How can you say that you like me and yet want to change me?
How can you say I am the one for you and yet have no patience for my emotions?
When I decided to give you more of myself each day you give me a reason to take some of what I give back.
Am I starting to fall for this person when I am able to realize the smallest things and get mad about them?
For some people it hurts to get shot, it hurts to fall from a ten story building, it hurts to get stabbed.
For me it hurts when the phone calls decrease, when you sleep for just a little bit too long, it hurts when your drunk, it hurts when you give attention to another rather than me.
Don’t say I’m confused don’t say I’m blind cause all I’m doing is taking my time.
Yeah true indeed life is short but love is ever lasting,
I’m not wasting my life because through this process I’m still living, living life to the fullest.
I’m just one of those who take their time on love because at the end of it all it shouldn’t be forced it should come naturally,
But here is one message everyone should know it is easy to mistake someone you love to someone is just maybe a friend and nothing more.
How can you say that you like me and yet want to change me?
How can you say I am the one for you and yet have no patience for my emotions?
When I decided to give you more of myself each day you give me a reason to take some of what I give back.
Am I starting to fall for this person when I am able to realize the smallest things and get mad about them?
For some people it hurts to get shot, it hurts to fall from a ten story building, it hurts to get stabbed.
For me it hurts when the phone calls decrease, when you sleep for just a little bit too long, it hurts when your drunk, it hurts when you give attention to another rather than me.
Don’t say I’m confused don’t say I’m blind cause all I’m doing is taking my time.
Yeah true indeed life is short but love is ever lasting,
I’m not wasting my life because through this process I’m still living, living life to the fullest.
I’m just one of those who take their time on love because at the end of it all it shouldn’t be forced it should come naturally,
But here is one message everyone should know it is easy to mistake someone you love to someone is just maybe a friend and nothing more.
back in the days when i was young...
Back in the days when I was…….
Back in the days when I was use to drink juice that cost a quarter. Back in the days when I use enjoy watching Barney and Ricky Lake use to be the shit. Back in the days when rap music use to have powerful meaning rather than being sexual and use to tell a story rather than having no story at all. Back in the days when number one hits had no profanity in them like Will Smith and LL Cool J. Back in the days when gas was less than $2 and a bus and train fair was only a $1. Back in the days when Bill Clinton was our president and America was debt free. If it wasn’t for back in the days we wouldn’t have what we have today or be wherever we are today.
Back in the days when I was use to drink juice that cost a quarter. Back in the days when I use enjoy watching Barney and Ricky Lake use to be the shit. Back in the days when rap music use to have powerful meaning rather than being sexual and use to tell a story rather than having no story at all. Back in the days when number one hits had no profanity in them like Will Smith and LL Cool J. Back in the days when gas was less than $2 and a bus and train fair was only a $1. Back in the days when Bill Clinton was our president and America was debt free. If it wasn’t for back in the days we wouldn’t have what we have today or be wherever we are today.
election day
The Day America Elected its first African American President
Rosa Parks lead the Underground Railroad towards our freedom in the north, while Abraham Lincoln signed the proclamation to end our freedom. Rosa parks refused to give her seat so we would not have to constantly sit in the back of the bus and Martin Luther King gave a helping hand by walking for our equality. Malcolm X agreed that we should have equality but believed that the only way to gain it was through violence.
Skipping ahead to the present we now have a president who put us in a depression. Looking for an individual to lead us to the recession then comes along a strong man and a powerful woman, who both then runs for president. History in the making is what we called the election of 2008 as we stay glued to the television set as our new president beginning the year 2009 will be an African American man. Coming from a time period of not being able vote at all, to then running America sounds unbelievable to me. The pressure begins for Obama as all eyes unlock to the television and goes towards him, for any mistake will bring him down. During his acceptance speech he spoke proudly of an elderly woman at the age of 106 who was able to be apart of and witness our first African American president for she has lived through abuse and lived through slavery. She was able to stand on a line to vote for Obama. Putting a little humor in his speech he then told his daughter that he would be able to get the puppy she wanted that she can bring along to the Whitehouse.
Rosa Parks lead the Underground Railroad towards our freedom in the north, while Abraham Lincoln signed the proclamation to end our freedom. Rosa parks refused to give her seat so we would not have to constantly sit in the back of the bus and Martin Luther King gave a helping hand by walking for our equality. Malcolm X agreed that we should have equality but believed that the only way to gain it was through violence.
Skipping ahead to the present we now have a president who put us in a depression. Looking for an individual to lead us to the recession then comes along a strong man and a powerful woman, who both then runs for president. History in the making is what we called the election of 2008 as we stay glued to the television set as our new president beginning the year 2009 will be an African American man. Coming from a time period of not being able vote at all, to then running America sounds unbelievable to me. The pressure begins for Obama as all eyes unlock to the television and goes towards him, for any mistake will bring him down. During his acceptance speech he spoke proudly of an elderly woman at the age of 106 who was able to be apart of and witness our first African American president for she has lived through abuse and lived through slavery. She was able to stand on a line to vote for Obama. Putting a little humor in his speech he then told his daughter that he would be able to get the puppy she wanted that she can bring along to the Whitehouse.
To my friend
The Perfect Stranger
I was the one who walked on tough grounds knowing that I needed no one in this world to make me happy.
I was the one who stood alone from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep.
I was the one who ate at restaurants alone and walked myself home afterwards.
I was the one who could go to a party and be able to have a ball dancing alone.
I was the one approached by a stranger who spit his game.
I was the one who responded to his phone calls, his text messages, and even his aim
I was the one who opened the door for him at night when I heard the silent knock during creeping hours.
I was the one who opened my legs, opened my mouth, and opened my heart.
I was the one who believed this was legit and that this was real.
I was the one who believed that at one point this stranger was no longer a stranger but someone I knew but yet he was still a stranger because there were things that I just didn’t know.
Now you tell me what I should say to this stranger?
Who are you to tell me that you don’t love me?
Who are you to say that you don’t care?
Who are to make me feel less than what I am worth?
Who are to make me cry?
Who are you to make me lose half of my original size?
Who are you to disrespect me with another girl in your territory that I once thought was ours?
Who are you to make me feel pain?
Who are you to make me want to end my life?
Who are you to say that I am next to shit?
Who are to say that I can’t bear your child?
Who are to say that we can’t be together no more or that we were never together at all?
It’s ashamed because I know who this stranger is,
He is the stranger I call a man, my man.
He is the stranger that I say I’m in love with.
He is the stranger that separated me from my friends.
He is the stranger I think I can’t live without,
And one day I can open my eyes to realize that really and truly he is the devil that god faced before me to teach me a life lesson.
I was the one who walked on tough grounds knowing that I needed no one in this world to make me happy.
I was the one who stood alone from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep.
I was the one who ate at restaurants alone and walked myself home afterwards.
I was the one who could go to a party and be able to have a ball dancing alone.
I was the one approached by a stranger who spit his game.
I was the one who responded to his phone calls, his text messages, and even his aim
I was the one who opened the door for him at night when I heard the silent knock during creeping hours.
I was the one who opened my legs, opened my mouth, and opened my heart.
I was the one who believed this was legit and that this was real.
I was the one who believed that at one point this stranger was no longer a stranger but someone I knew but yet he was still a stranger because there were things that I just didn’t know.
Now you tell me what I should say to this stranger?
Who are you to tell me that you don’t love me?
Who are you to say that you don’t care?
Who are to make me feel less than what I am worth?
Who are to make me cry?
Who are you to make me lose half of my original size?
Who are you to disrespect me with another girl in your territory that I once thought was ours?
Who are you to make me feel pain?
Who are you to make me want to end my life?
Who are you to say that I am next to shit?
Who are to say that I can’t bear your child?
Who are to say that we can’t be together no more or that we were never together at all?
It’s ashamed because I know who this stranger is,
He is the stranger I call a man, my man.
He is the stranger that I say I’m in love with.
He is the stranger that separated me from my friends.
He is the stranger I think I can’t live without,
And one day I can open my eyes to realize that really and truly he is the devil that god faced before me to teach me a life lesson.
A night in the Caribbean
A NIGHT IN THE CARIBBEAN
It’s a Friday Night and all the islands come together for a celebration, a celebration for life and unity. The Haitian girl holds the broom and sweeps the dirt off the land, while the little girl from Belize sits on the sand waiting for the music to play so she can dance, but the crazy Trinidadian man daces around to the soca beat constantly playing in his head. The Trinidadian man has a Jamaican best friend who needs his mouth washed out with soap on a daily basis. Along by his side is another Jamaican man who comes with three Jamaican Queens to the celebration. One of the ladies slaves in the kitchen cooking a meal for the island to eat. The other Jamaican lady represents the mother of the island as she puts all the little kids in their places. Finally the last Jamaican lady holds the title of “Dance Hall Queen” as she entertains the island with her angelic moves. They all stand behind this one Jamaican man with the powerful voice because when he speaks silence is in the air and all you can hear is the sound of the ocean along with his words.
In the far corner stands a man from Honduras dressed and ready to play soccer because the Africans want competition, but the Africans are around to remind us of where we originated from. Then again I know a Dominican man that would argue different. Then comes along the American girl lost at sea with the thick hair she can’t control.
Everyone then turns their heads as the Antiguan girl places her footprints on the sand as she blocks the sun light with her wild hair. She then begins to argue with the Antiguan man who she is destined to kill. Last but not least is the Trinidadian girl with the pink fashionable hairnet who is destined to rule the land with the Antiguan husband cooking fritters by her side.
It’s a Friday Night and all the islands come together for a celebration, a celebration for life and unity. The Haitian girl holds the broom and sweeps the dirt off the land, while the little girl from Belize sits on the sand waiting for the music to play so she can dance, but the crazy Trinidadian man daces around to the soca beat constantly playing in his head. The Trinidadian man has a Jamaican best friend who needs his mouth washed out with soap on a daily basis. Along by his side is another Jamaican man who comes with three Jamaican Queens to the celebration. One of the ladies slaves in the kitchen cooking a meal for the island to eat. The other Jamaican lady represents the mother of the island as she puts all the little kids in their places. Finally the last Jamaican lady holds the title of “Dance Hall Queen” as she entertains the island with her angelic moves. They all stand behind this one Jamaican man with the powerful voice because when he speaks silence is in the air and all you can hear is the sound of the ocean along with his words.
In the far corner stands a man from Honduras dressed and ready to play soccer because the Africans want competition, but the Africans are around to remind us of where we originated from. Then again I know a Dominican man that would argue different. Then comes along the American girl lost at sea with the thick hair she can’t control.
Everyone then turns their heads as the Antiguan girl places her footprints on the sand as she blocks the sun light with her wild hair. She then begins to argue with the Antiguan man who she is destined to kill. Last but not least is the Trinidadian girl with the pink fashionable hairnet who is destined to rule the land with the Antiguan husband cooking fritters by her side.
Two sides of a story
Two sides of a story
Two friends have a conversation on the phone and their names are Erica and Stacy. Erica is telling Stacy about the crazy night she had last night, and the conversation went like this:
Ring ring ring (the phone rings) and Stacy answers it, it’s Erica on the other line.
Stacy: “what’s up Erica, how are things going for you?
Erica: “everything is going well but I have to tell you about what I did last night”
Stacy: “oh my gosh, it’s not what I think it is”?
Erica: “yes girl it is and it was good, too good if I don’t say so myself”
Stacy: “really, was it better than the one before”?
Erica: “yes girl, let me tell you, I had this one in the car, on the kitchen counter, the bedroom floor, in the shower, at work, and other places I can’t even remember.”
Stacy: “I don’t care what you say; you’re still a rookie because I have more of a collection than you”
Erica: “please, I had Hughes, Jake, John, Soldier, and plenty more than you can even count, as a matter of fact I’m about to go outside and get me some more. I’m going to call you later.”
Stacy: “Alright I’ll talk to you later, have fun.”
Now everyone reading this conversation would think wow Erica is a whore, now isn’t that some shit, but really and truly she was talking to Stacy about reading a book, now isn’t that a bitch, when in all actuality everyone should have been minding their business and keeping their ears out of other people’s shit.
Two friends have a conversation on the phone and their names are Erica and Stacy. Erica is telling Stacy about the crazy night she had last night, and the conversation went like this:
Ring ring ring (the phone rings) and Stacy answers it, it’s Erica on the other line.
Stacy: “what’s up Erica, how are things going for you?
Erica: “everything is going well but I have to tell you about what I did last night”
Stacy: “oh my gosh, it’s not what I think it is”?
Erica: “yes girl it is and it was good, too good if I don’t say so myself”
Stacy: “really, was it better than the one before”?
Erica: “yes girl, let me tell you, I had this one in the car, on the kitchen counter, the bedroom floor, in the shower, at work, and other places I can’t even remember.”
Stacy: “I don’t care what you say; you’re still a rookie because I have more of a collection than you”
Erica: “please, I had Hughes, Jake, John, Soldier, and plenty more than you can even count, as a matter of fact I’m about to go outside and get me some more. I’m going to call you later.”
Stacy: “Alright I’ll talk to you later, have fun.”
Now everyone reading this conversation would think wow Erica is a whore, now isn’t that some shit, but really and truly she was talking to Stacy about reading a book, now isn’t that a bitch, when in all actuality everyone should have been minding their business and keeping their ears out of other people’s shit.
A letter to love
A Letter to Love
Dear Love,
Volume scares me so I express myself in silence. I don’t tell you I love you because it’s written in my eyes. I don’t tell you I’m in love with you because I serenade in it with a song. Sitting in random places as I draw your image in the sky and think about the future as we grow old together fighting each other with our canes calling it tough love. I gave us a title as I watched you play your games and called it “Love and Basketball”. It’s written in stone that we were made for each other because the stars allied, for our zodiacs were the same sign. Strangers become a part of our lives as we use musicians to communicate for when we are happy we sing “only you” by Jah Cure and when we are mad we sing “I hate how much I love you” by Rhianna. Never can stay mad for long at my love for I look back on all the words written in your eyes and all the tears that fell upon my cheek because of you or the sweat that collides on our body as we express our love with the sound of our heart beats. Always wishing to reverse your anger to happiness and reversing your hate to love but the power was never in my hands but in yours or let’s just say that in the game of love and basketball the ball was always in your court. I feel like I can never win for when I think I’m ahead of the game you argue your way to the top bringing me back to where I started, which was down. After all said and done we are now at the end of the game and as I watch you shoot the wining ball I gaze in the sky and I no longer see an image of you in the sky for now I see god. Looking into your eyes I no longer see words for I see only a friend.
Dear Love,
Volume scares me so I express myself in silence. I don’t tell you I love you because it’s written in my eyes. I don’t tell you I’m in love with you because I serenade in it with a song. Sitting in random places as I draw your image in the sky and think about the future as we grow old together fighting each other with our canes calling it tough love. I gave us a title as I watched you play your games and called it “Love and Basketball”. It’s written in stone that we were made for each other because the stars allied, for our zodiacs were the same sign. Strangers become a part of our lives as we use musicians to communicate for when we are happy we sing “only you” by Jah Cure and when we are mad we sing “I hate how much I love you” by Rhianna. Never can stay mad for long at my love for I look back on all the words written in your eyes and all the tears that fell upon my cheek because of you or the sweat that collides on our body as we express our love with the sound of our heart beats. Always wishing to reverse your anger to happiness and reversing your hate to love but the power was never in my hands but in yours or let’s just say that in the game of love and basketball the ball was always in your court. I feel like I can never win for when I think I’m ahead of the game you argue your way to the top bringing me back to where I started, which was down. After all said and done we are now at the end of the game and as I watch you shoot the wining ball I gaze in the sky and I no longer see an image of you in the sky for now I see god. Looking into your eyes I no longer see words for I see only a friend.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Haitian comedy
Haitians can be funny to. It reminds me of how my familt use to act when i was growing up and still act till this day. Its funny to hear americans mock the haitian accents.
School Collapse in Haiti
10am in the morning after the flag rised up on the poll and the students sing there anthem they heard a loud sound that was unidentifed yet scary. After that hunderds were hurt and killed during this tragedy. This report is spoken in french/creole.
Another favorite
This one use to make me feel hungry when i was younger, when i craved for peanut butter and jelly
My Friend?
Author Unknown
My friend, I stand in the judgement now
And feel that you’re to blame somehow-
On earth, I walked with you day by day
And never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in Truth and Glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true;
I called you “friend” and trusted you,
But I learn now that it’ too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I’d never live on high.
Yes, I called you “friend” in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now call you “My Friend.”
Author Unknown
My friend, I stand in the judgement now
And feel that you’re to blame somehow-
On earth, I walked with you day by day
And never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in Truth and Glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true;
I called you “friend” and trusted you,
But I learn now that it’ too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I’d never live on high.
Yes, I called you “friend” in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now call you “My Friend.”
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Short Funny Story (at least i think it's funny)
Bill and Mary just got married a week ago and bought there first new home together. It's not much of a home yet with the towers of boxes all over the place, but it'll get there. While unpacking the boxes Bill and Mary came across a lot of old memories that just tickled their stomach and had tears sliding on there cheeks like a smooth roller coaster. They decided to stuff all those memories into one closet, the door to the past is what they will call it.
Mary had borrowed the car the other day to go on her job interview, while backing out of the garage of the office building she was blind sighted and crashed. Mary wasn't hurt, but couldn't say the same for the car. Putting a hole through her new carpet floor while pacing back and forth thinking about how she is going to tell Bill about his brand new car. Billy comes home and Mary tells him that she has something to tell him, he thinks that she got the job, but she tells him that he is wrong. To bring a little humor to the atmosphere she tells him that saved a whole bunch of money by switching the car insurance to Gieco, but bill didn't laugh. Her face is filled with distress, you wonder what happens next............
Mary had borrowed the car the other day to go on her job interview, while backing out of the garage of the office building she was blind sighted and crashed. Mary wasn't hurt, but couldn't say the same for the car. Putting a hole through her new carpet floor while pacing back and forth thinking about how she is going to tell Bill about his brand new car. Billy comes home and Mary tells him that she has something to tell him, he thinks that she got the job, but she tells him that he is wrong. To bring a little humor to the atmosphere she tells him that saved a whole bunch of money by switching the car insurance to Gieco, but bill didn't laugh. Her face is filled with distress, you wonder what happens next............
My Funny Roommate!!!!!
It was 6:30 in the morning the cold weather was piercing my body like a thousand knives, so i get up and steal my roommates blanket. 7:30 am it's time to get up, my roommates hates getting out of bed when it's cold. Each day out the week she makes a different sound at me when i wake her up. Today is Monday so she will sound like a bear. With her face looking in much need of lotion she finally wakes up with her hair sticking out in every direction. I would always want to laugh but I'm too tired and have no energy to stretch my cheeks to smile.
Unexpected fear of death
My mother asked me to go to the store to pick up some lemons for a dollar. My three year old godson Brandon wanted to tag along so i took him. As we left the store, Brandon said he wanted to take the long way home, so i did. As i was walking i noticed a young teenage boy in front of us. Living in Brooklyn you have to be aware of all of your surroundings. So i turned around and saw two other young teenage boys creeping towards the young man in front of me. One pulls out a knife and the other boy puts him in a choke hold. While trying to put my jaw back in place i grab Brandon like a football and ran across the street as soon as i saw one of the boys attempting to pull out a gun. Stray bullets have no sense of direction, so both of our lives was at risk, so the boys scattered in different directions when they heard the sirens from a distance getting closer and closer.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
comment towards slick rick video
this video is to bring us back to the times when rap music or hip hop use to be a minature movie that had a story line and sense of humor, but now in 2008 its all about hooks and dance moves such as "superman", "spiderman", "walk it out",and the most funny of them all is "chicken noddle soup with a soda on a side". Who makes up a dance relating to soup and soda lol its just funny to me. but listen and watch the video and compare it to rap video now and see which one portrays more of a story.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
She sleeps while holding her bear everynight
started off holding a blanket that was given to her by her mother at the tender age of 5
That blanket is gone, her brother took scissors and made little people out of it
he woke up the next morning bald, and till this day he would ask her who did it but she doesn't know
maybe she will remember when she gets her blanket back
The nights would be to dark so she runs into her mothers room and holds on to her while taking in the vanilla scent on her clothing and sheets
She would hold onto a bible when her mom would go to the hospital, waiting in the dinning room for her mother to walk through the door as she looks at the picture of "the last supper" hung above the table.
She would hold on to her faith when her mother went into a coma laying on the hospital bed with tubes coming out of her throat and mouth, a machine was her life line
She held on to her mothers hands when she opened her eyes for the last time after six months in a coma, she smiled and little does she know that her mother just told her goodbye
She couldn't hold on to her tears when the call came at 2 in the morning that her mother died, it was raining that night so she believed that god was crying to.
She couldnt hold herself up so she dropped to her knees screaming "no"
She held on to a picture of her mother and saw a completely different woman in the casket.
She held on to her heart as she watched her mother go down 6 feet deep into the ground in a cemetery in queens, surrounded by strangers that she will soon play dominoes with and make fun of the stupid yet adorable things their kids did.
Thinking of the vanilla scent on her clothes and sheets, she sleeps while holding onto a bear everynight.
started off holding a blanket that was given to her by her mother at the tender age of 5
That blanket is gone, her brother took scissors and made little people out of it
he woke up the next morning bald, and till this day he would ask her who did it but she doesn't know
maybe she will remember when she gets her blanket back
The nights would be to dark so she runs into her mothers room and holds on to her while taking in the vanilla scent on her clothing and sheets
She would hold onto a bible when her mom would go to the hospital, waiting in the dinning room for her mother to walk through the door as she looks at the picture of "the last supper" hung above the table.
She would hold on to her faith when her mother went into a coma laying on the hospital bed with tubes coming out of her throat and mouth, a machine was her life line
She held on to her mothers hands when she opened her eyes for the last time after six months in a coma, she smiled and little does she know that her mother just told her goodbye
She couldn't hold on to her tears when the call came at 2 in the morning that her mother died, it was raining that night so she believed that god was crying to.
She couldnt hold herself up so she dropped to her knees screaming "no"
She held on to a picture of her mother and saw a completely different woman in the casket.
She held on to her heart as she watched her mother go down 6 feet deep into the ground in a cemetery in queens, surrounded by strangers that she will soon play dominoes with and make fun of the stupid yet adorable things their kids did.
Thinking of the vanilla scent on her clothes and sheets, she sleeps while holding onto a bear everynight.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
this poem is a conversation with one person in the form of two individuals, "the nerd" and " the nigga", there was a sense of humor in this piece that had the crowd laughing, and also a form of stereotype of how a "nerd" acts and speak, and how a so called "nigga" speaks. You would assume there is rage in this piece but it really power and strength in the voice, portraying the way an ideal man should be in life which is strong. once again listenin carefully and enjoy
the video that u see is a youtube of a very talented man reciting a poem called "i apologize". the tone in this poem is anger and rage and you can tell from his gesture and as his voices rises at certain points of the poem also known as the climax in writing and literature in general. Its weird that this man is apologizing for things he cnt control such as being black. Listen well and carefully it brings a message, enjoy.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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