Playing Bagpipes In A Ukulele Band

Want to talk politicks?

Is this how we make our stand?

I may as well play bagpipes,

In a ukulele band.

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I can try to get through.

I can petition your mind.

But I’d more wisely spend time,

With a traffic sign.

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I can speak eloquently,

And as distinctly as you wish,

But I may as well sell a bicycle,

To a salamander or a fish.

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What can I say,

That you’ll not misunderstand?

It’s like playing bagpipes,

In a ukulele band.

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You can take a horse to water,

But you can’t make him drink.

You can educate the masses,

So they’ll never have to think.

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Bombard yourself with data,

So you can only gee and haw,

Cloud every issue,

Until you forget what you saw.

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Speak of the Holy Presence,

Converse about the soul?

I may as well speak Latin to chimp.

Or describe the moon to a mole.

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Be aloof with the burden of proof,

Maintain your “just cause”.

Elect lawyers and politicians,

To make “just laws”?

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Let’s teach a platypus to type,

Let’s coach a monkey to swim,

Expect a lawyer to lead,

And give a lion’s butt a trim.

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The well-dressed elite,

Will tell us what’s cool-

A smoking section in a restaurant,

A peeing section in a swimming pool.

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Protest abortion.

Support gay rights.

Brainwash the poor,

To fight the fights.

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Embed human beings,

With computer chips?

Let’s give collagen injections,

To chicken lips.

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Have our armies protect us,

Invading a thousand shores?

Let’s equip all submarines,

With rusty screen doors,

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How can I converse with a suit,

With a head full of eels?

I’d rather install ceiling fans,

In automobiles.

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Work on your illusions,

And slight of hand.

Build all the houses,

On sinking sand.

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Give us the homogenized news,

Secondhand,

Tell us our homeland,

Is the Promised Land,

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And while prostitution,

And abortion are still in demand.

Make perpetual war,

The young man’s quicksand.

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Homeland, Promised Land,

Fairyland.

I’ll be playing bagpipes,

In the ukulele band.

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~Micky Dee~

…07-07-13…

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Darth And His Bagpipes

Dashboard Jesus

Numbers

Whether the loneliest number one,

Or a member of the multitude,

It’s the stark detrimental deprivation,

That I exude.

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Two is a couple.

Three is a crowd.

A plenty is too many,

For crying out loud.

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If it's not one thing,

It's another.

What happened,

To “keeping our brother?

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A drop in the bucket,

Perhaps too soon.

It’s a dime A Dozen,

Or once in a blue moon.

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It’s an arm and a leg,

Earth shattering to find,

The apple of my eye,

Has an axe to grind.

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At the end of the day,

It’s down to the wire.

Against the clock,

They’re adding fuel to the fire.

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The numbers are crunched?

They never lie?

Silence a tongue?

Blind the eye?

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The loneliest number may be,

The only number I ever do,

But rest assured,

I’ll never do a number on you.

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~Micky Dee~

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Shaken Not Stirred

As inconspicuous,

As Cyrano’s nose,

The king and queen,

Were wearing no clothes.

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I’m seldom scene,

With the masses of classes.

But dwell in the darkness,

Until my rhyme passes.

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Seeing the wrong,

Trying to be strong,

I was returned to where,

I would never belong.

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Wanting to rise above it,

I fell even deeper.

Trying to stay awake,

I became the over-sleeper.

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It takes inconsistency,

To fail so often.

And how does one nail the lid,

On one’s own coffin.

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Insist that I lay your egg,

Become part of the national plague?

Is it treason to reason,

Why I speak so vague?

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The story is told,

From birth to crypt.

Matter doesn’t matter,

But I didn’t write this script.

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I signed up for another role.

I passed the screen-test fine.

But who made me the villain.

Who fed me the rotten line?

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I was stunned, but unprovoked.

My only weapon was my word.

I admit I was shaken,

But I insist I was never stirred.

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Why so loud, so proud?

They swear they care.

But I never brought,

Their truths to bear.

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Why do your facts differ?

I’ve heard your every word.

And why are you never shaken,

But always stirred?

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Talking with the infinite,

I’ve held up pretty well.

I’ve only lost it all,

As far as I can tell.

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From the unlikely hero,

And less than ordinary man,

Actions are demanded,

That you will never understand.

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Why then - the heart is broken,

The soul is taken,

The mind is shattered,

The core is shaken?

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Your provocation,

Enforces my stillness,

And reveals clearly,

The epidemical illness.

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Vagueness is where I live,

As you attack every word.

Now I insist it is I who’s been shaken,

And you are always stirred.

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I’ll never be sick like you.

I consider cruelty absurd.

I’m broken black and blue.

Shaken, not stirred.

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~Micky Dee~

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Plastic Jesus

Is Jesus being reduced to the magical quick-fix instead of following the instructions Jesus shared?

The Knowbots Are Coming!

The knowbots are coming!

They’re coming after you.

They’re memorizing useless data,

They will hurl at you.

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They’re summa cum laude,

From the prestigious college,

And their memorized data,

Will obscure true knowledge.

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Memorizing propaganda,

They cannot solve a puzzle,

Poets and saints,

They strive to muzzle.

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Without a conscience,

They will never be alone.

An instant friend,

Is at the touch of a phone.

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Their lives are decided.

They’re given two choices,

But the evils they choose,

Occupy their voices.

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They’re right, they’re left,

With conviction and derision,

As they spew false witness,

From the same sub-division.

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They drone on and on,

Their useless facts,

But the fruits of their data,

Are inhumane acts.

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~Micky Dee~

08-01-13

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Sex. It may sound strange but sex could potentially cause cancer. HPV (Human papillomavirus) is a sexually transmitted disease that causes cervical and other cancers. Do not engage in unprotected sex and limit your number of sexual partners to lessen the likelihood of developing cancer.

Hepatitis B virus (HBV) and hepatitis C virus (HCV) are viruses that cause acute or chronic liver disease. They are listed in the report as “known human carcinogens” because studies in humans show that chronic hepatitis B and hepatitis C infections cause liver cancer. Approximately one million United States residents are chronically infected with HBV, which primarily is transmitted through sexual contact (50%) and intravenous drug use (15%).

HCV is the leading cause of liver disease in the United States with more than three million people infected. The major risk factor for hepatitis C infection is illegal intravenous drug use, which accounts for 60 percent of acute infections in adults. The incidence of both hepatitis B and hepatitis C infections is decreasing among United States residents. A vaccine is available for preventing hepatitis B infection but not hepatitis C infection. Infections can also be prevented by screening blood supplies, and by reducing contact with contaminated fluids in health care settings.

Human papillomaviruses (HPVs) are viruses that are sexually transmitted and can infect genital and mucous membranes. Some of these genital mucosal type HPVs are listed in the report as “known human carcinogens” because studies show they cause cervical cancer in women. Approximately 20 million people in the United States are infected with genital HPVs, and 5.5 million new infections occur each year. Most people infected do not have symptoms, but some develop genital warts or cervical abnormalities.

I say - avoid multiple sex partners for morality - and because people are immoral, crazy, stupid, etc.

I Should Have Died In 68

I should have died in 68.

Perhaps in 69?

Better with “Bones" On Mutters Ridge,

Close to the McNamara Line.

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I signed up for a second tour –

Once for 6 months, once for a year.

I was just a kid, too young to vote,

Perhaps too young to fear.

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“What would I do,

If my loves were here?”

I must be the best I can,

I am too old to fear.

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Why can’t I be clean?

I didn’t know.

Knowing then what I now know,

I wouldn’t go.

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Millions are laid to rest,

Why was I too young to die?

With the knowledge of the costs,

I wouldn’t go… would I?

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~Micky Dee~

08-01-13

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The Critic Wrote Act Four

Where is Eve,

What happened to Adam’s apple?

There’s so much lore,

For which a man has to grapple.

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What up with Cain?

Why wasn’t he Abel?

And why are these plates,

Put upon the table?

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Oh yeah. This is the part,

Where I enter-act.

What an act!

Opposites attract?

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It’s not that my interfacing,

Is pretend.

It’s mutual pretend,

Once we begin.

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Wanting it to be real.

Wanting something different to feel.

Wanting, yet knowing,

The realization is again surreal.

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So close and yet so far,

Sorry, no cigar.

And the love that never was,

Leaves the biggest scar.

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The fit under the arm and shoulder,

Was tailored perfectly.

Or was it a deception,

From the art of mimicry?

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Spoiling the spectacular ending,

The critic wrote act four.

As true hearts are discarded,

On a hard dirty floor.

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~Micky Dee~

08-01-13

When Love Becomes A Cold Rainy Day

Being born is a process.

It is the continuous awaking.

It’s knowing what’s worth keeping,

And accepting the forsaking.

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Loneliness is not a choice,

It’s never the dream.

Loneliness is merely the sediment,

The dregs of some insidious scheme.

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Seek wisdom and truth,

Be still and know,

But how, in this fish-bowl,

Can oaks or redwoods grow?

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One dreams of teams,

As ivy leagues,

Or business perhaps,

Or of an army’s fatigues.

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And isn’t this frenzy,

What it’s all about?

A conspiracy of consistency,

Sans any doubt?

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And should not love,

Share the same light?

How else can only one,

Venture into the night?

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Truth and love warm a path

To a beautiful bouquet.

But in the eternity of loneliness,

Love becomes a cold rainy day.

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~Micky Dee~

08-01-13

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I Knew Her Though We Never Met

I saw her coming,

From a block away.

I knew in an instant,

There was nothing to say.

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At times comforting words,

May as well go unspoken,

When the heart of all matter,

That matters, is broken.

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Still…still…still,

I wanted to stop,

And inquire,

Who applied the strop?

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Who shut her out?

Who closed the door?

I had been there, where she was,

The day before.

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Stop this traffic!

Stop this world from turning!

Can’t you all see,

This soul that’s burning?

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Then…then…then…,

I saw her cry.

And the whole world,

Passed her by.

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I should have, I should have,

Shown her love and care.

But how could I,

With so much, too, to bear?

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~Micky Dee~

08-01-13

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The Benevolent God

Do I believe in God?

Yes, I most certainly do.

But I often wonder,

Is it the “god” that you pray to?

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Though my eyes grow dim,

I can perfectly see,

And I need no clergy,

To interpret to me.

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I’ve prayed to Allah, God,

And even the Lord Jesus,

But the prominent religions,

Continue to Chucky-Cheese us.

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God bless this food,

We see upon our plates,

Fill us up with more,

Of Monsanto’s pure nitrates.

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But God doesn’t live,

On Capital Hill,

And Wall Street’s policies,

Are against our will.

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But the fast-food industry,

Is still financially strong,

And very few of the sheep,

Can see it all gone wrong.

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I travel 12 miles or more,

To a clean water well,

Because the air, food, and water,

Are just more commodities to sell.

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Satan said,

“All these things I will give to you,

If you worship me ,

As all the others do”.

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Is there a mountain so high,

To see the whole world?

And if Jesus could see it,

I bet Jesus hurled.

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Yes the world is a pleasant,

Open-minded melting pot,

No prejudice at all,

Just worshiping them that’s got.

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And the Wall Street suit,

Continues to lie and pollute,

As the well-dressed graduate,

Learns to deceive and loot.

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If you find my words offensive,

Don’t ever self-analyze,

Just point your finger at me,

And stare with hating eyes.

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“God always rewards good,

Punishes evil and such?”

Or- "Why do God’s people,

Suffer so much?”

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And is this justification,

As atheists insist “God doesn’t exist.”

Capital butts are kissed,

And humanity is missed.

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Tell me to open my mind,

And just be chillin’!

But “we all serve somebody”.

That’s straight from Dylan.

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Don a suit and a smile,

Be the ultimate romancer,

And now even sex,

Can cause us terminal cancer.

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But I’ll continue to abstain,

From negative things I see,

And the weak will point,

Their fingers again at me.

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Job never existed,

Explains the translator,

And I insist God to be,

The ultimate vindicator.

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Mythical biblical characters,

Of which you say I probe?

There never was a Jesus,

There never was a Job?

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I say they were and are,

Not merely fabrication.

And why have a moral code at all,

Without proper vindication.

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Worship whom or what you please.

Whatever you feel is real.

But the God of redemption,

Offers the better deal.

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~Micky Dee~

08-01-13

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Dashboard Jesus by Cool Hand Luke

"But as for me, I know that my vindicator lives,
and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust.
This will happen when my flesh has been stripped off,
but from my flesh I would see God."

translated from

Job

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8 comments

VietnamVet68 3 years ago

God Bless brother man my friend. Love your poems.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain

Goog grief you've been busy. !!!!!! This is fantastic. Oh Micky it has made my day to have so much to read from you. I clicked your page expecting one poem.!!!!!!

I don't know where to start with telling you how l enjoyed each one.

I guess l will always have a sofrt spot, though for the young man who fought for his country,. I loved that one. You're right, you probably wouldn't go now, knowing what you know now.

Loved them all and you too.

Hugs, Veronica


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jandee 3 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

Lovely to read such interesting stuff,thanks Micky,

best from jandee...


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cheaptrick 3 years ago from the bridge of sighs

Made my eyes water bro


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Prisana 3 years ago from Thailand and Colorado

Another masterpiece of brilliant words and rhymes and video/music. How do you string together all these thoughts so easily...it flows effortlessly. strumming the ukelele of your heartsongs. Love love love the poetry. I added a picture of a different ending that I wrote to the I MERCY YOU poem if you care to read it...Also started my short story on Oliver Stone...have you seen his Untold History of America series yet on Showtime? Horribly depressing...such is our heartbreaking history...time to go play the ukele and enter the world out there where the sunshine is waiting. Thank you for sharing your brilliance with us commoners....I don't say this lightly. You really are a brilliant wordsmith!


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jhamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

Incredible hub, with verse of a high order. Thank you for a reading experience I will truly remember. Jamie


Brynda Bechtold 3 years ago

All of these are excellent. They should appear on the front page of newspapers!


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Rossimobis 3 years ago from Biafra

Dad, i had to stop by today,really enjoyed this piece. It's been long but i always pray for you and each time i do,i realize that my vindicator lives too.

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