By JanPerry
By JanPerry
By JanPerry
~Hand sewing machine~
~her microwave for storage~
~Gran still boils her clothes!~
| Author Notes |
Notes: her sewing machine you pulled the wheel by hand to pull the needle up and down, by Singer.
She used the microwave (given to her) to put things in, as she wouldn't use it. She passed away at 102 years old. |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | Change of capitals is used here for effect. |
By JanPerry
Dedication to Marley's Mutts
rescues dogs, pups
from shameful filth
to blissful health
They know Korean dog meat trade
will cause tirade
stolen pets torn
from where they're born
Marley's Mutts pays for all dog's ills
vet repair bills
rescues them all
dogs are restored
| Author Notes | Marley's Mutts have saved many street dogs from certain death. Rescuing and healing these poor animals from starvation and death, they are then adopted out. |
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DAPPLED wintry undercover rainbows
EVERY watery reflection of your delightful arch
FOLLOWS abundant puffy powdery clouds
GIVING washed out dim skies a temporary licence to
COVER me in myriad colourful dappled kisses
By JanPerry
There once was a doggie named Joe
who tried to be friends with cat Flo
but Flo was opposed
and scratched his poor nose
He'll try it again tomorrow!
By JanPerry
~There was a young lady from Brighton~
~who liked to leave the light on~
~when caught in the act~
~she suddenly looked back~
~to see Brighton's lads with a smile on!~
By JanPerry
ANTONYM POEMS (2) the first line is opposite to the last line
Underactive
sleeping til noon everyday
having six jobs and two families
Overactive
Undesirable
not having enough money for food
winning lotto and buying me a house
Desirable
(imaginery)
LUMBERJAKERITIS
He's lumberjakeritis and sleeps upon a log
he whistles and moans and wheezes into the morning fog
"Lumberjackass" he's been called for trees they fall too far
across paths to the waterfall and into a stray car
Lumberjakeritis has lumps inside his throat
where lumber splinters are growing bigger all about
He's a lumber man who believes he can fell anything around
but lumberjaker is a slacker and doesn't watch the ground
So if you venture too far and hear a scream "timberrr"
run like hell, like the wind my friend, a tree will likely kill 'ya
| Author Notes | From the "snickerdoodle" contest I did not enter. |
By JanPerry
Sleep-ins with porridge to wake up my morning
Long easy days that end in me yawning
soft woollen jumpers that knit to my thighs
these are the things that brighten my eyes
Cute furry animals climbing the staircase
Long pretty dresses woven to fine lace
food hot and plenty served for the Kings
These are a few of my favourite things
Travel a plenty with me at the cockpit
I want to rule the world as I see fit
deep conversations that end in a sigh
long love affairs where I'll never cry
Sights of Paris and the tube in old London
Long mayfair rides that I will have fun on
skipping on dew grass and having a fling
these are a few of my favourite things
Waterfalls and deserts and new sights a plenty
Stardom and dog fights, plays in theatres empty
ballets and valets and limousine rides
these are the things that make life glide
| Author Notes | Some of the things I like the most. |
By JanPerry
He climbed the mighty ranges of sleet, snow and sand and brought home
buried bodies in his mind.
He's in charge of the life brigade, in Iraq, Somalia, Afghanistan and lead
soldiers into battle. He commands his post with ordnance.
This man of superior accomplishments with medals for bravery,
courage and honour. He brought home our soldiers who were demolished.
He soured 20,000 feet above sea level to eradicate the enemy at dawn.
He parachutes into chilly waters carrying weapons to interject the enemy.
He has buried the weak and the strong. Starvation in the desert,
sleepless nights on watch for perpetrators, he carries with him the
haunting, horrifying, blood curdling images of war.
| Author Notes |
An SAS major/soldier defending our country for many years. I knew him for
a short while. |
By JanPerry
My sunny tropical holiday
millions of miles away
from all my careworn duties
a lascivious luxurious stay
I delved into treacherous waters
open valleys, racing rapids and deathly ravines
across unknown mountains
into icy rock laden streams
He espied me at the cornerstone
I ventured to end my tour
we collided on our bus entry
but there was nothing more
Towards the evening closure
I dallied to the Bar
inevitably the mysterious man
did glance at me from afar
Before the night was over
before the stars grew dim
the love affair had started
I was amorous, pining for him
We had barely exchanged verbal utterance
before the race was on
passionate nefarious kissing
into nocturnal adventures forlorn
The love was all but fleeting
our souls flamed and burned
the eternal lascivious escapement
was terminated and gone
Returning to our homelands
Returning to our lives
we fantasized about tropical rain forests
where love and beauty lies
By JanPerry
Fred lies here
too much beer
hit a deer
headlights red
hit its head
now its two for
one instead!!
By JanPerry
By JanPerry
FOUL
nocturnal tree bark owl
SCOWL
| Author Notes | The word "foul" here means very bad tempered and irritable. |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | I did this type of work for many years. |
By JanPerry
Like sands in an hour glass
stuck half way down
I'm the class idiot
or circus clown
I live for the night time,
too scared of the day
I can't heal my sickness
for forgiveness I pray
I pray for strength
to see me through
gain inner peace
be a good guru
I'm sleeping in the day time
it's just no good
I have some nagging problems
and feel misunderstood
Sleeping through the day
awake all the night
how can I end my
nervous plight?
May the good lord
turn me around
stop me from being that
circus clown
Stop all this hurting
and endless pain
so I may be useful
and loved again!
| Author Notes | Night owl syndrome |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | An ode to an actress. |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | True. |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | This is a true story from the news. Names have been changed. |
By JanPerry
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be an innocent "bird?" By bird I mean "female" in today's world?
Just like Maggie the female magpie bird we found under attack near our house. She was attacked every time she left her cage to explore the neighborhood. Is this what a female has to look forward to in the future?
Is this what I have to look forward to in the future??
Hatred and contempt for my body??
Maggie is our four month old bird sitting in her cage all day. The two times she has been roaming in the neighbourhood left her nearly dead. Both times the crows and other birds swooped down upon her and rolled her over and over. Luckily the housemate who found her also rescued her from death.
Is this the future for the entire female species? Is this what a girl has to look forward to from "Daddy" if she goes into the kitchen to eat something?
Is this what it's all about? Raping and pillaging because men are pirates in today's world?
Is this what the future looks like? All I can say is I hope I die before this happens.
The ludicrousness of a date today is absurd. Has anyone told you how dangerous it is to go on a "date" nowadays?? I don't do it, too many bad memories.
Just like our little magpie, I don't want to get attacked and rolled over and over to be eaten.
I want to stay sane and healthy with my own money. No, I don't want your money. I work for myself.
Is this the future for a girl or woman? Really?
I am appalled AT YOU!!!
By JanPerry
By JanPerry
All alone I venture to the sea of words... the never ending merge of ideas and thoughts which escape from my mind, looking for a place to settle.
As a quaint, nerdy, little girl I did not write at all. I grabbed my talking doll, my scruffy brown teddy and headed straight to my room. I had a chalkboard. On it went simple words, reminders of things that I needed to do as the days progressed.
Spirograph, playing monopoly, Chinese checkers or chess, predominantly with my father, were the order of the day. Writing did not enter my life until I discovered Fanstory last year.
I am now the proud owner of my first bought desk. Previously, I used the kitchen table or other people's desks to write on. In the past, I had a desk growing up, it fell under the spell of many hours of homework and shorthand practice. Hours of Pittman were traced on it's cover.
Now for the past six months I have discovered Fanstory. Delighted to read others' works and retrace their history of writing, I try my best to add my own.
My first book of inspiration came lovingly from "The six wives of Henry VIII." With this book, I discovered the treacheries of the 1500 to 1600's, which included the disposing of his wives. It included many pious terms which sent me hell bent to the dictionaries in the cupboard.
Truthfully, I did not understand one religious term in the book. Many other words escaped my understanding and led me to the dictionaries once more.
Today, I am using the dictionary as often as I use my new desk. My new, white hardboard desk made in China. It has two front drawers and it is very small. It manages to fit on top, a desktop computer with keyboard, my punch, face cream, bottle of water, clock and a cup. It is small but functional and cute.
The dictionary is never far away. With it I can finally understand what the authors at Fanstory are talking about. Without it, I am lost in a sea of words.
I thought I was doing so well, until I spied my ratings! Oh no! Oh well! I had better try much harder this year, as I had just managed to crawl up to half way before.
Non-fiction writing appeals to me the most. I really enjoy reading events which happened from the past. I don't like fiction, with the exception of children stories.
All in all, I have enjoyed this fascinating journey in time reading others' works. Fanstory supplied me with the tools to have fun and be entertained at the same time!
By JanPerry
Scene at a bar, somewhere in "Loserville".
A stunning redhead wearing a low cut, sexy, red dress, meanders purposely into a bar. She wears heavy black eye makeup, which define her expressive, wide green eyes. Her lips pout smoothly and her cheeks are highlighted by gold glitter. Her dangerously high, expensive, black leather heels, cause her to tower helplessly over you, as if to fall playfully. She places herself exquisitely onto the skinny, bar stool, legs crossed seductively.
"Hey hon, who do I have to lay to get a drink 'round ére?" [She eyes the barman, generously].
"Certainly Miss and what will it be?"
"Just the same again, which I ordered last week hon, if you remember," [she winks and leers at him, lustfully].
He remembers her gin and tonic and splashes in a few cubes, accompanied with a lady's straw. [That is, one which is pink and delicate].
"That will be nine dollars fifty, please". He winks casually in her direction, sending her heart aflutter, [or something else aflutter, for that matter].
"How's that hon? Last week it was only six bucks!"
"Change of management, he put up the prices. Sorry, "hon."
She fumbles through her tiny red purse, only to come up two dollars short.
"Ouchie waa waaa! I'm a few coins short!" She huffs and puffs her annoyance.
"Geez, that won't do. You are going to have to make it up to me, somehow!"
"How?" Her large, green eyes expand in wonder.
He thinks hard. "Mmmm, let me see." He strokes his large chin in contemplation. "Come and see me after work, I'll think of sumptin' for you to do."
"I'm busy today. Can I just drop off the coins after work?"
"Sure, but you may be missing out."
"I don't think so." She looks him up and down, then grabs her small purse and meanders over to the table and chairs.
The red bombshell spies a large, muscular man sitting in the corner, minding his own business. She descends on him like a horny, red panther, ready to pounce.
"Mmmmm, what's your name, gorgeous?"
"Tony," he grunts. He looks her square in the eyes.
"So how did you get that large, life-like tiger tattoo?"
[It sprawls across his arms and chest, travelling down his nether regions. Tony's attire consists of his customary work singlet and tight black, work shorts.]
"From in the Navy, sweet cheeks. Can I get you another drink, you are motoring on empty." He stares at her empty glass, then looks deep into her sea green eyes.
"That would suit me just fine. Just make it a double gin and tonic, love. I áint goin' no where." She looks over his shoulder to see the poster on the wall of a drink level warning, and yawns lazily.
Tony eventually brings her the double gin and tonic. Service is annoyingly slow at the bar. He hands her the drink, careful not to spill a drop. On the way back, his hand travels gently onto her boob, playing with it.
"Phew, you're a fast worker hon." She leers fully into his dog brown eyes, wondering if he will ever let go of it.
"Sorry." He respectfully puts his hand away, only to put his other big hairy paw onto her other boob.
"Listen sweetheart, I'm just not that kind of girl." She sways in disbelief and gently places his hand back onto his leg.
She moves away from him to seek out further prey. Her lipstick has smeared over her chin, so she rushes to the ladies loo to "fix her face."
The over-large, tattooed man is astonished. He leers at her back in disbelief and annoyance. His large boner causes his tight shorts to cramp up his other parts, [move over guys]. Mortally incapable of walking to the bar, he sits on his empty glass in despair. The night has lost its shine.
Moral of the story:
If you live dangerously, consider the outcome first.
| Author Notes | [Warnings are in place] "To sit on a drink" in Australia means to "not have another one". |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes |
Hi everyone.... Happy New Year.... stay off the booze!
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By JanPerry
LIFE means nothing to me
without my mother, she was
a living legend, a keeper of souls,
a guide and fortune teller
She was my best friend
Such a beautiful lady, whom
I adored, the day she left us
I was floored but I kept
all my feelings to myself
Mum's popularity from respect
and kindness, she was the type to
assist the blindest, though blind
she became herself
She worried for us, showed
enthusiasm for our achievements
kept us motivated when down
there isn't a crown good enough
for her.
An angel from God who didn't
deserve the cards she got dealt
the cancer demon made it's way
into her heart and struck her down
So many people benefited from her
sage advice, from her family, to
relations, to people next door,
but they all forgot her
.... and forget we all did, it
shows on her grave, which is bare
No tokens or gifts for this lovely
lady who lived for others
Even the flowers I left there
were stolen from her
just as God stole her from
us that day
No one could save her not
hospitals and the like
they tried their best but
it was too late
We lost the most gracious person
alive. No one more loving or
understanding has ever lived not
then or now.
Goodbye my precious friend,
my mother.
AMEN
By JanPerry
Why people are so obsessed with their family I will never know
At the end of the day, I just wish they would go........
AWAY!!
I HATE their bickering, their endless whine
They are obsessed with money and conserving time
Obsession is the word which relates to family
I wish I didn't have one, then I would be happier
GO AWAY!!
I tell them that every year, this year they dropped me.........
like stale beer!
I hate the thought of them, their smell, their decadence
I only want for myself, complete and utter independence!
END THE MYTH!
The myth that we get along - when we clearly don't
we live out of each other's pockets - this is what I miss the most
If money is everything, then family comes second, in
the almighty race to better oneself - this is evident!
I would love it if they never contacted me again
this way I can be all by myself - in my dark, secluded den!
I love Christmas, it brings joy and satisfaction
I love my own company, with time honored appreciation
GO FAMILY.......... I mean it!
| Author Notes | Sarcasm brings out the best in me! |
By JanPerry
P R I O R I T Y.... P E A C E!!
E L I M I N A T E.... W A R S!!
S A V E.. O U R.. S O U L S!!
By JanPerry
Momentary madness ~
is a sign of things to come ~
do we take them at face value ~
or dissect them one by one? ~
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MYSTIFIED by the actions of the enemy they were
OBLITERATED beyond all recognition, defaced from the world
MADDER and madder they became, there's no
EMPATHY for the victims of war, no solace, they are a
NUISANCE to everyone around them.
TRAUMATISED beyond belief, they experience an
ANALYTICAL breakdown which can last forever. In order to
REINSTATE their sanity, they have to pick up the pieces and
YELL out loudly for foreign aid and assistance.
MIND-BOGGLING, crazy people, ravaging, destroying
ALL they have and own, then have
DEMENTIA about what they just did. They are
NEAR SIGHTED and indifferent to those around them.
ENDLESS laws are devised to stop the madness
SPECIAL attention is given to them but
SOLECISM and spasms can be expected!
| Author Notes |
Please do not take offence any mad people out there.
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By JanPerry
viewing
hearing
feeling
touching
Viewing the earth, hearing chatter sounds
feeling plush cloth, airplane touching down
seeing
moving
smiling
meeting
Seeing new land, trams, trains, cars moving
smiling at them, meeting, approving
greeting
eating
paying
sleeping
Greeting others, eating food to taste
paying for my high rise sleeping place
| Author Notes | Four rhyming words. They must be in the two following sentences in order. |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | A late contest entry asking for satire and irony of myself. Asks for short, long, short up to 17 syllables only. |
By JanPerry
PPEDINA
A C
R R
W I
LEBALLSOF S~BATTER W I
T Y P T
T E ~~ DEIRFLLEHSY H
I L E T
L L C O
NEVAEHWO UASPIDOTAM
| Author Notes |
Shaping the polenta balls.
Answer: Little balls of yellow heaven, wrapped in a crispy shell fried batter with tomato dip sauce. |
By JanPerry
Physically and mentally we could not be more opposite. While men seem to be more work orientated, competitive and driven by success, women just want to be loved with a successful life.
Other differences include details in work, home duties, child rearing and hobbies. For women it may be cooking, knitting, art, creative works and socialising. With the guys it would be fishing, sports, reading, studying and their ambitions.
Quite often the male is driven by sex. He seeks it to his full extent. The woman may be alpha male and seek sex too. This does not fulfil their other needs of love, protection and conversation with their partner. So begins the endless frustration between the sexes.
Even though the differences mount up and seem to be endless, we have the same survival instinct to eat, sleep, procreate and dream of a better existence.
In conclusion, I would say, we seek similar things in life but not the same. Being faithful is a matter of choice and continues to be a sore point in many relationships.
By JanPerry
Many times I ask myself, what's it
like to be a mother
I see other women have a child
to love like no other
The emptiness I feel inside is like
a heavy load
Did I choose to be alone or prefer
the easier road?
To shop for clothes or groceries now
I'm always on the go
If life were reversed and I had a child
these things would be so slow
My short temper and impatience worried me
the most, it would cause pain to an
innocent child and I'd never be one
to boast
I travelled well and worked so hard
it made my time well spent
To have a child and husband to love
surely it would have meant
not working and being servile to other's needs
I chose the easier road for sure
no love, no friends, no deeds.
By JanPerry
By JanPerry
"Try not to bore me to tears love" my mother complained as she saw me open my poetry book to a new page. "I won't Mum," I declared annoyed by her reluctance to hear me out. Didn't she know, I thought slowly to myself, that I had worked all night on these poems? I sadly looked over at my Dad, a disfigurement lounged out in front of the television asleep, with the old cat balanced delicately on his lap. My father had the listening capacity of a ten year old.
I nestled back into my corner, mortally wounded by the snub. I'll get you Mum when you're not looking! My fingers played wistfully with the pages of the book, checking my new work with pride. I couldn't chat to anyone about my poems. The last two I wrote were about sailors and I needed someone to check it for weaknesses.
Mum eyed me over while she made tea. I offered her my most forlorn pitiful look, hoping for the teeniest weeniest bit of her sympathy. "Ok," she moaned, grabbing my exercise book and eating sardines on toast both at the same time. "Mum" I screamed, "don't get butter on the page," I leapt up and dragged my book from her withered hands. Totally bored with me by now she began to boil some more tea.
"I'll read it out loud" I declared, my eyes glancing sideways at Dad again to make certain he wouldn't intervene with "that's a load of rubbish" or "what are you doing now?" I settled into my best reading behaviour and delighted in reciting "Sailors of the Sea" to my mother. Now, my mum she is the best listener in the whole world and has both the mixed I.Q. of Einstein and Les Patterson combined. In fact she resembles a little of both, worldly yet scientific and a little bit crazy.
When I finally concluded my reading, my mother's eyes narrowed into deep furrows. "Welll, she started pursing her lips in judgement, you need to change the line about the tariff breaks their backs." I gratefully wrote this down. It was like the good 'ole days of my profession as a stenographer, waiting for the next words to come out of their mouth. Like a drama movie in slow-mo where the mouth movement was prolonged and the face was screwed up in anticipation waiting for the next morsel of information.
When I finally extracted as much information as I could from my poor mother, I scurried off to my room with fresh ideas for new poetry. Life was real again, I felt alive again like a retired fisherman returning to the sea. I had grasped this opportunity with both hand and pen, scribbling passionately my new inspired thoughts before they dissipated into dull complacency.
My new poem was finally completed, "phew that was an almighty challenge." Its formation evolved from a sleepless night, woven inter connected thoughts and my mother's higher I.Q. I had proudly displayed it in my grey clip file, then proceeded to hunt down a sailor's likeness on the internet to add to its overall appearance. I had finally put the file away, heavy and cumbersome that it was. Poetry precipitation was over and I could finally concentrate on the important things in life like making money and keeping my job!
Mum had disappeared for her "afternoon nap". Dad's snoring sounded like a shrill whistle with guttural throat murmurs. Everything was back to normal, except for my pesky mobile phone which was ringing madly and my boss yelling where the f... are you?
I was grateful that my parents no longer needed me, so I darted decisively back to my job to join the slaves of industry.
| Author Notes | slow-mo is short for slow motion. Les Patterson is Dame Edna Everage in Australia. |
By JanPerry
Exemplary - "x" is a ten
X-ray marks the spot, a crime scene, locational
Timeless, is used for centuries
Ridiculous to think we can live without it, exercise
Always use an "x" for love kisses
Over and over again, extensive, extinct, explain, extract, extend
Rumoured to be boarding with a Y
Delightful is xmas! Exquisite!
Intelligent, xenon, Xerox, xenophobia, xylem
Necessary if you want a divorce. Expect an exit!
Available in naughts and crosses
Realistic as we know its not right!
Y chromosome is its perfect match
Extraordinary describes the extra curriculum of the letter "X"!!
By JanPerry
There once was a call girl from France
who wants to be paid in advance
a handsome young gent
says money well spent
but you pay me later, he rants
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My Aussie is true blue and tanned
he must come from some other land
when ordering beer
they all think he's queer
he shouts the whole pub, he's so grand
| Author Notes | Men and their money. "Shouts" means buying drinks for everyone. |
By JanPerry
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
There you were in your Flannelette underwear
dissecting your animal teddy bear
I wondered how long you had been standing there
then I remembered your bloody tattoo
It bothered me, so evil and so blue!
Your eyes met mine from across the room
it bothered me, so far, so soon
Where's your manners Kuch?
Hiding under the couch,
with the rest of your Dames?
Where's your manners?
Offer me a drink already
No, NOT THE BLOODY MARY again
give it a rest man
Last time we went on our imaginary date
I had nightmares all night!
There was an axe head lying against my
window pane!
Give it a rest my friend
BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!!
From your Admirer,
JanPerry
Address: Playschool
with an apple/so there!
| Author Notes | I saw this picture on the internet, just had to use it |
By JanPerry
MAGICAL
The most magical feeling of all
to be a princess at the king's ball
feel my light, fluffy gown
brush my legs, wear my crown
The most supreme feeling of them all
being a princess at the king's ball
dance with all who attend
fall for only one man
Fast paced music races through my ears
I've lost control of all thoughts and fears
feel his arms hold me tight
feel his kiss, gentle, light
To be entertained throughout the night
jesters and clowns, acrobats in flight
orchestra music soars
violins, wanting more
Harmony with people, foreign dance
my golden castle, decor enhanced
wind rushes past my face
bow and sway, cling with grace
I dare not leave, I dance non stop
spinning mirror ball, spinning till I drop
| Author Notes |
Nothing feels better than a beautiful gown, just wish I had the waist for it.
[It's okay to fantasize though!] |
By JanPerry
H is for the HELL that heartbreak brings
E is for ETERNITY, the recuperation of love
A is for ALWAYS, when you promised to love
R is for REMORSE, the loss of love forever
T is for TORTURE, the shock of heartbreak
B is for BRAVERY, to pick up the pieces afterwards
R is RESPONSIBILITY to others and yourself
E is for EXERCISE to make your heart grow stronger
A is for ARGUING which makes heartbreak longer
K is for KEEPING spiritually and mentally well
| Author Notes | Just a little ditty for you lonely people tonight. |
By JanPerry
Shakespeare had it os right my friend,
the love he felt for his sweet maiden delight
his gift to God, his speech elocution forthright
The man, a master of love and intelligent insight
His wife Anne Hathaway, always by his side
She too became wealthy in love as his bride
Together brilliance and poetic justice collide
Ingenious playwright, poet and actor who died
His achievements far outweighed his life
from Romeo to Juliet, Hamlet and the knife
Exquisite sonnets of love, tragedy and strife
We applaud his wisdom, his strength, his wife
| Author Notes | General rhyming poetry |
By JanPerry
| Author Notes | Cinquain poetry is 5 lines, syllables of 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. |
By JanPerry
To see the ghosts of long ago
to hear them in my imagination
they seem to be scary screaming silhouettes
distressed beyond redemption
They haunt the ruins of Rome and Athens
antiquities of the past
ghastly gloomy ghosts amongst us
disappear and reappear so fast
Creepy cathartic casualties live out
their ghostly lives in ancient ruins
and dwellings where you may reside
So beware our ghostly gurus, they go where
you can't see, the morbid mallicious movers
will haunt antiquity.
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