2024 Hello poetry - If I were a painter Every day, I know, I'd paint you in colors, Which will always glow. If I were a sculptor Working all alone, I'd carve you a statue From a precious stone. If I were a potter Bent over the wheel I'd knead your soft body With the greatest zeal. If I were an angel From the starry sky I'd make you immortal With my holy eye.

 
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I saw a cloud One lonely whispy cloud In the very blue sky The edge was on fire...it was blushed Peach I looked again... I saw a cloud On fire...for just a moment The sun had kissed the cloud Goodbye for the day On the right edge of it lips On the edge of its smile The clouds smile Then I looked away And pretended not to notice. Ham on Rye: A Novel by Charles Bukowski. Roll the Dice. if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park ...Feb 8, 2022 · A Collection Of The 11+ Best ‘Hello’ Poems: First Impressions Last When most people think of poetry, they think of dense and difficult language that is hard to understand. However, some of the most beautiful poetry can be found in simple words and phrases. No need to cry another tear My love She forced me cold So that I know she'll never want to visit me again. I'm alone again And it feels like heaven I'm not afraid to die Nor afraid of tomorrow Cause my love left me worthless And though developmentally-stunted I know I did not deserve it But my love She's free to rot out of the corner Of my eyes ...HOMELESS POETRY These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless. Epitaph for a Homeless Child by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Homeless Us by Michael R. Burch The coldest night I ever knew the wind out of the arctic blew long frigid blasts; and I was you. al tirah, little mother. be not afraid as you sink into the void for it holds no danger to you now. the darkness that threatened is your enemy no more. out from the void comes a sparkling light you have made it. you have done the impossible and now you may rest. #death #peace #fear. Continue reading... Piotr Balkus 5d. Streaks of Defeats. I’m clamoring in the stale sheets. Twisting and turning my body and mind. I’m drowning in the streaks of defeats. Awakened and humbled as night and morning slowly become intertwined. I’m flailing in the wind of obsoletes. Accepting and acknowledging my unrefined state of mind.Os últimos tweets de @hellopoetryJames 52s. Lost. The weight of sorrow, heavy on my chest, In shadows deep, my mind finds no rest. Echoes of silence, haunting and stark, As I navigate through the labyrinth of the dark. Each passing hour feels like a century, Lost in the depths of my own solitary reverie. Tangled in the threads of memories old, As the night unfolds, its ...Lorelei 7d. Spring's secret. The rain pipes whisper The spring’s secret in the wind Let me catch it in my wings And flutter it in the world So everybody learns how to blossom. #spring #rain. Continue reading... MsTruth Mar 3.Shadow of the Mangoes. In her dreams, she walks in a mango orchard. 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Set to rights, the tale of seeking how For a better lover, the risks of integrity With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing... If I were a painter Every day, I know, I'd paint you in colors, Which will always glow. If I were a sculptor Working all alone, I'd carve you a statue From a precious stone. If I were a potter Bent over the wheel I'd knead your soft body With the greatest zeal. If I were an angel From the starry sky I'd make you immortal With my holy eye. HP Writers Spotlight: Marshal Gebbie. ~ December 2023 HP Poet: Marshal Gebbie Age: 78 Country: New Zealand Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Marshal. Please tell us about your background? Marshal: "My name is Marshal Gebbie and I write under "M" or "M@Foxglove.­Taranaki. NZ". tonight. We both lie awake waiting for you. The last thought before. falling asleep. If it seemed I never missed you. you're sadly mistaken &. everything in between. #everythinginbetweenpillows #latenight #sensual #love #blacklove #blacklovepoemforher #lovenote #kewaynewadleypoetry #kewaynewadley #asheeplostitsway. Malia 5d. Daffodil. Hello yellow Daffodil, as you scatter Like the sun. I see you spread Your daylight ‘round But still, your petals Fall to the ground, And I think to myself, “I wish I were you, I wish I were you but happy.”. we all have that person don’t we. #daffodil #happy #petals #daylight #happiness #life. Poems (15)Members (2) joseph g schelling 20h. Lord, Help Us Respect Life. Lord, help us be courageous, And innocent life protect: Help us protect the voiceless Who are worthy of our respect. You made us in your image, Of respect we're in need of: If others will not love us, Then give to us, Lord your love. All human life has great worth, On a ...If I were a painter Every day, I know, I'd paint you in colors, Which will always glow. If I were a sculptor Working all alone, I'd carve you a statue From a precious stone. If I were a potter Bent over the wheel I'd knead your soft body With the greatest zeal. If I were an angel From the starry sky I'd make you immortal With my holy eye.Hello Poetry is a poetry website that publishes poems from people all over the world. The site’s creators wanted a space where people could share their thoughts without having any boundaries or limitations. It is one of the most popular sites for writers worldwide, with more than 40 million visitors each year! Edgar Allan Poe. The Sleeper. At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An ****** vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. Joshua Jackson Dec 2023. "If you want me honeybaby I'll be here." You're my best friend I love you so so much No matter the distance time marks, your touch Will always feel like home, How I live I'm better alone But you refuse to let me go. I'm taking you wherever I go.Mosquito bite. A summernight in Mid-July We'd talk and talk until my skin Was covered in mosquito bites I didn't mind, I let it sting Those bites they kept me company In the days you weren't around I itched and scratched so angrily They could stay forever on my account. #crush #love #life #friendship #loss #depression #poetry. I charge it is living, Senseless pained observations which we must make So as to live another day, so as not to perish early And die before a just time; The degrees of life are right. Man must stand *****, stiffen your spine, But remain relaxed. Straighten out your ethics, your morals; Never forget from where you came. Your ancestors, this planet. Hello Poetry. 9,227 likes. Hello Poetry is a home for your writing. www.hellopoetry.com betrayal poems betrayal collections. Ingrid Angelica Custodio 47m. The Arsonist. I wandered back to the scene of the crime. I remember all that transpired from that night. As I was making my way across, the bridge went up in flames. And the smoke still lingered even after all the tomorrows came. I saw the match from your hand. And fare thee weel, my only luve! // And fare you well, my only love! And fare thee weel a while! // And fare you well, awhile! And I will come again, my luve, // And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! // though it were ten thousand miles! Keywords/Tags: Scot, Scotland, Scottish poem, modern English translation ... The other me, created from their bias, lies, and misperceptions. Truth is of no matter here. Only appearance, the way things look. And the other me speaks and says, You will walk this earth as nothing but a ghost, a reflection of me. You will try to fight me until your knuckles bleed and your feet are sore. She will Love U, till the World stops spinning. She's worth the Gold, weighing more than a Ton. U will find Her Love, wrapped....around U and in Her Voice, U will sense a Mystical Charm. In Winter U will find yourself, Warm and Cozy. As She has wrapped U, in both Her Arms. U will be lost, without your Woman.Island Rain. I wait for you to wash over me, pour your storms all onto me, spoil me with heavy showers, open my starry sky anew. I watch you as my waterfalls are trickling, my northern current ever swelling, shower me with your marvelous monsoon and kiss me calm with your ocean's blue.Even in the darkest of the night, I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine. We can barely see what's in front of us, But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other. I'll let you guide my body into the night. The darkness brings us together. The darkness holds no fear.You’re tired and everything’s heavy.”. I tried to close my eyes Where it’s just me and You — You who always believed in me. You say, “I see your scars and yet I love you…. I know you’re tired but I have you.”. When I try to quit, You say, “Quitting is not an option.”. Your love is enough; at the Cross, I surrender.Little ocean. I grew into you like vines, delicately covering a brutalist form with a love I only know. My heart is submerged in a little ocean, its depth grew in me as I carried the weight upon my soul. The waves painted me blue, reminding me of all my sad lullabies. Your name is a possession and embodies all that you are (it's the only way to ...Jan 2016. Burns Supper - My Toast To The Lassies. Well, it’s thanks to my friend, Neillie, that I'm standing here today; He captured me down at his shop as I reached out to pay. He said, “I have a job for you, and you've twelve weeks to prepare.”. I thought, my God - he wants his toenails clipped or help to dye his hair...Mar 20, 2018 · 1. Commaful. This site is quite different than most poetry sites on this list. All the poems on the site are accompanied with images and you can do really unique tricks with the structure and ... You're everything I am. You're everything I could never be. When my Dad asks me about my day, or lays out plates like I'm still a little kid. I dream about dull days. Those stupid ruts we couldn't shake. You're mine, you. It's just the flickering lights. Not your eyes. Not the bitter taste of your white tongue. I charge it is living, Senseless pained observations which we must make So as to live another day, so as not to perish early And die before a just time; The degrees of life are right. Man must stand *****, stiffen your spine, But remain relaxed. Straighten out your ethics, your morals; Never forget from where you came. Your ancestors, this planet.Hello Poetry is a website where you can read and share poetry from hundreds of poets, both famous and amateur. You can also find analyses of themes, messages, and literary devices in poems, as well as biographies of the poets and their work. You can also comment, ask questions, and donate to Alzheimer's Research.Best Hello Poems. Below are the all-time best Hello poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of hello poems written by PoetrySoup members. From Hello To Goodbye. Life's full of phrases.Take me to a hotel, where lips and eyes can meet, Under the shadow of the lamp and the crisp, white sheets, Take me there, so I may realign our bodies into their perfect symmetry, Under the sheets, toss me and turn me, fit my lock to your key. The curve of a spine, the dimple in your back, The desperate sensuality that I now lack, The fragrant ...In your absence’s silence, I discover, A melody sweet, like no other. If memories fade, close to my heart I’ll keep them, In our love’s symphony, emotions run deep. So here’s to us, to another year of delight, In life’s symphony, you’re my moonlight. I love you, today and always, my dear, In our love’s symphony, I hold you near. Akta Agarwal Jun 2021. Jealousy. Jealousy make you envious It's do block your mind It's stop your mind from thinking It's make you greedy It's make you feel You are not pretty It's make you become crepy You just lost yourself In the hands of jealousy And at that only time You have looses your pretty side. Anne Sexton. ******* at Forty. I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days it will be my birthday and as always the earth is done with its harvest. This time I hunt for death, the night I lean toward, the night ...#sports poetry: xxx. It was a long bus ride And the **** plastic sheet seats Were cracking from abuse and freezeOct 22, 2022 · Sharing your poetry with people who have the same passion. In this article, we will go through the 15 best websites you can use to write and share your own poetry online. 1. Hello Poetry. Founded in 2009, Hello …When they reached the top of the stairs, bats began to fly overhead. The girl didn’t flinch, they kept walking down the cobwebbed hallway. The witch led the girl into her bedroom and told her to open the closet. The girl did as she was told, and opened the closet. Old skeletons started to fall, piling at her feet.I wish, I was a Rainbow Colour. That defined My Life, at Night. One that made Me look, a lot more Fuller. One with which, I'd shine Bright. Yellow is a Colour, that's Contagious, It has a Smile, that's on a Boil. It's the centre of Joy and Happiness. A Life without Work and Toil. In Red, I would look Bold and Handsome. Ander Stone. her carapace of promises broken. witnessing the cracks tears a whole through a heavy heart. I can feel the scars upon your broken coil and the salt flats below your eyes. he spilled the blood of his bitter fists upon that cardboard frame the world calls your body. yet you still carry yourself upon the winter winds. yet you hold on ... Jan 10, 2023 · Please do not just send a poem, please write a few lines of hello. Please do not have all caps in the title of your poem. Please no more than 45+ lines per poem. Please no religious references. Please use single spaced lines. Please remember, we welcome previously published poems. Please put your name, City/State, and email address under your poem.315. boscage- thick foliage or woodland extremely elegant prose or aureate poetry 316. boschveldt- bush country, wilderness of the intellectual imagination with acatalepsy challenged 317. bourasque- a tempest or stormy situation 318. boursocrat- a stock exchange official 319. bowery- a seedy or run-down district of a cityShame. I am the match to your flame, Your icing on the cake. Mistake. You have no choice, Silly of you to think twice. Nice. Now you lie, Wet in your tears. Trying to hide away from your fears. As your fear, Is you and I. Fine. I guess i'll keep you with me, For life.Otherwise, you may send us email at @hellopoetry.com . We aim to respond to all messages.Hindi dahil sa may mahal ng iba. Kundi ako'y na tatakot na. Hindi ko alam ngunit sa tuwing kapiling ka, ako'y hindi makahinga. Puro pag-aalala ang nadarama. Daladala sa mga minutong kasama ka sa gabing malamig, sa mga tanghaling mainit. sa muling pag-luhat pag-iyak. Sa pananabik sa iyong mga halik.True story this, the funny things that happen every day. Happy belated St. Paddy's Day ☘️🇨🇮🥂. #friday #burger #blessed #uncomfortable #retreat #misunderstanding. Continue reading... Kale 30m. Holding On. I can't keep doing this Holding on to the fleeting Dream Of those whom I hold dear.Jan 2016. Burns Supper - My Toast To The Lassies. Well, it’s thanks to my friend, Neillie, that I'm standing here today; He captured me down at his shop as I reached out to pay. He said, “I have a job for you, and you've twelve weeks to prepare.”. I thought, my God - he wants his toenails clipped or help to dye his hair...Our souls entwined As one passion ignites Burning like the sun And two hearts that beat as one no longer ever apart and our love is like a flame burning bright and true and Our love grows stronger with every kiss and Forever and always it's just me and you. True Lovers ️ …the moon is blue-green. she sometimes views herself a burden but in reality she is part of my ever-evolving serenity. imagery of the sun invokes heat, brightness, positivity-- the moon is cast aside. but in her blue-green eyes, I see the tides pulled by sincerity and pride in tandem. bella luna pequeña. coffee mugs, chocolate milk, Bob's ...Mar 20, 2018 · 1. Commaful. This site is quite different than most poetry sites on this list. All the poems on the site are accompanied with images and you can do really unique tricks with the structure and ... The best place to read and share poetry on the internet My nights are crying. Mom, my tomorrow is darker than yesterday. Mom, my dreams are a nightmare today. Mom, I'm still Alone. Mom, my voice is the moan of my nights. Mom, when you went, I drowned in this swamp. Mom, you are not, and I'm on the wrong path. Now, it's over. My end is coming.lined with little shadows, things we never wanted to be, or meet, and all the rats are waving hello. Naomi Shihab Nye, “Hello” from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye.The Bhagavad Gita 4. The Holy Science by Sri Swami Yukteswar - the guru of Yogananda 5. The Science Of Breath by Yogi Ramacharaka 6. Discourses by Meher Baba 7. God Speaks by Meher Baba 8. Play Of Consciousness by Swami Muktananda (also Siddha Meditation by the same author) 9. The Tao Of Physics by Fridjof Capra 10.Maghahanda ako, Ihahanda ko ang sarili ko, Na ang puso ko'y tatayuan ko ng pader, Na papalibot dito, Dahil pagod na kong masaktan, At nahahapo na ang aking katawan. Maghahanda ako, Na ibaon ang bawat alaala. Ang tamis nang bawat halik, Ang kuryenteng dumadaloy sa aking katawan, Mga labing bumubuhay nang aking kamalayan. And fare thee weel, my only luve! // And fare you well, my only love! And fare thee weel a while! // And fare you well, awhile! And I will come again, my luve, // And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! // though it were ten thousand miles! Keywords/Tags: Scot, Scotland, Scottish poem, modern English translation ... Little ocean. I grew into you like vines, delicately covering a brutalist form with a love I only know. My heart is submerged in a little ocean, its depth grew in me as I carried the weight upon my soul. The waves painted me blue, reminding me of all my sad lullabies. Your name is a possession and embodies all that you are (it's the only way to ...Joy of missing out on birthday celebration, on Christmas dinner, on holiday in Crete. On football match, on random date with a random girl. On a hotel room, on a wedding, on a funeral, and on see-you-soon. Joy of missing out, not fear, as we're told. Joy of missing out on time, which is always gone. Unsurmountable joy!Hindi dahil sa may mahal ng iba. Kundi ako'y na tatakot na. Hindi ko alam ngunit sa tuwing kapiling ka, ako'y hindi makahinga. Puro pag-aalala ang nadarama. Daladala sa mga minutong kasama ka sa gabing malamig, sa mga tanghaling mainit. sa muling pag-luhat pag-iyak. Sa pananabik sa iyong mga halik.cat poems cat collections. Zoe Byrd Feb 19. When the sun goes down. When the sun goes down And the Moon is high The padding of feet can be heard Along we with a small scratch at my door It would go unheard if I did not know to listen for it In the dead of the night A black, starless night No other sounds are being made Except for the croaking ...La Voce De La Luce (Originally penned on Monday, September 18th, 2023) I hear him / I see him / I fathom him / From afar / Knowing that love looms over the horizon. / He gives me the wings to soar / Into the dreamscape / There I find stillness, heartsease & the resplendant, radiant moonbeams / The mellifluous musicality / —He spirits me away ...1. Commaful. This site is quite different than most poetry sites on this list. All the poems on the site are accompanied with images and you can do really unique tricks with the structure and ...being alone and...not liking yourself, is less than aloneDear lord, Lead me away. Hurt still greets me In the hours of day. My loss of love Was extraordinary pain. And all that’s left is Your ghostly remains. #breakup #loss #love #relationships. Continue reading... Chelsea Quigley 5d. …Short Hello Poems. Short Hello Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hello by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hello by length and keyword.What is Hello Poetry? Hello Poetry (HePo) is for the poetry in your life; a place to belong; a place to practice expression, play, reflection, vulnerability, exposure, forgiveness; a place to be unfinished, unpolished, works in progress; a safe space for your expression, creativity and chaos; a tight-knit online community; whatever you want it ...Insomnia. Come sleep do not avoid me I am not your mortal enemy as you are not mine let us shake on it in darkness and meet again when it is light without this constant restless fight of turning pillows in endless night visit me, comfort me, set me yawning we can talk some more, tomorrow morning. #sleep #insomnia.Ander Stone. her carapace of promises broken. witnessing the cracks tears a whole through a heavy heart. I can feel the scars upon your broken coil and the salt flats below your eyes. he spilled the blood of his bitter fists upon that cardboard frame the world calls your body. yet you still carry yourself upon the winter winds. yet you hold on ...Take me to a hotel, where lips and eyes can meet, Under the shadow of the lamp and the crisp, white sheets, Take me there, so I may realign our bodies into their perfect symmetry, Under the sheets, toss me and turn me, fit my lock to your key. 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You’re tired and everything’s heavy.”. I tried to close my eyes Where it’s just me and You — You who always believed in me. You say, “I see your scars and yet I love you…. I know you’re tired but I have you.”. When I try to quit, You say, “Quitting is not an option.”. Your love is enough; at the Cross, I surrender.In this poetry collection explores poems all about saying hello. From sweet and romantic to funny and light-hearted, all these poems are sure to put a smile on your face. So let’s Jump right in!B Mar 3. In my Room. How lovely you look, so lit up. I always keep my room glowing like a subtle dream sunset; orange, lavender, vibrant peach. Now you're mine in the midnight hour overcome by it, for a week. Hoping you'll notice the lonely pothos leaves she's survived so much we have both survived living with me. Spring's secret. The rain pipes whisper The spring’s secret in the wind Let me catch it in my wings And flutter it in the world So everybody learns how to blossom. #spring #rain. Continue reading... MsTruth Mar 3. Under a blooming miracle. A stroll to clear my mind from you Had me wishing you were there, With me, Everytime l try to forget, l remember Everything could be better with you, Wishful illusions of the mind. When l say let go, l don't mean unlove people or walk away because feelings don't fade but they can change. #love #let #go #friendship. Hiko zeRo-oNe Jun 2014. i feel alone (Hira Akhtar) When morning wears crown, with white light of early dawn When the sun goes down, and day removes its gown When night shows frown, and stars brighten up their town i feel alone i feel alone When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan there in no one of my own When tantalizing spring, glamorizes the lawn ... Hindi dahil sa may mahal ng iba. Kundi ako'y na tatakot na. Hindi ko alam ngunit sa tuwing kapiling ka, ako'y hindi makahinga. Puro pag-aalala ang nadarama. Daladala sa mga minutong kasama ka sa gabing malamig, sa mga tanghaling mainit. sa muling pag-luhat pag-iyak. Sa pananabik sa iyong mga halik. Awake. Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices ... Oct 22, 2022 · Sharing your poetry with people who have the same passion. In this article, we will go through the 15 best websites you can use to write and share your own poetry online. 1. Hello Poetry. Founded in 2009, Hello … And fare thee weel, my only luve! // And fare you well, my only love! And fare thee weel a while! // And fare you well, awhile! And I will come again, my luve, // And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! // though it were ten thousand miles! Keywords/Tags: Scot, Scotland, Scottish poem, modern English translation ... Mosquito bite. A summernight in Mid-July We'd talk and talk until my skin Was covered in mosquito bites I didn't mind, I let it sting Those bites they kept me company In the days you weren't around I itched and scratched so angrily They could stay forever on my account. #crush #love #life #friendship #loss #depression #poetry.In this poetry collection explores poems all about saying hello. From sweet and romantic to funny and light-hearted, all these poems are sure to put a smile on your face. So let’s Jump right in!HP Writers Spotlight: Lori Jones McCaffery. ~ November 2023 HP Poet: Lori Jones McCaffery Age: 84 Country: USA Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Lori. Please tell us about your background? Lori: "I was born Loretta Yvonne Spring in a tarpaper shack on Lone Oak Road, Longview Washington, on New Years Day in 1939.When the sky touches down and up rises the moon, it is only its reflective glow that we have to light our walks. Night comes for us all. Whereas stimuli and light override my senses, the coolness and silence of night dampens them, and with it, my thoughts race.You hit me like a wave. I drifted away, coming into the shore, and lied there with nothing but my naked eyes; the sun covered my cold, barren body. Radiating sunshine and weakness as the sea called over me, you traipsed and towered over my sight, blinding me with your ivory skin lit as the match fired the sky.Hello Poetry. Since May 2009, Hello Poetry has offered an uncluttered aesthetic to readers and writers of poetry. This peaceful community provides a space for writers to share their poems, gain …You hit me like a wave. 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The Holy Science by Sri Swami Yukteswar - the guru of Yogananda 5. The Science Of Breath by Yogi Ramacharaka 6. Discourses by Meher Baba 7. God Speaks by Meher Baba 8. Play Of Consciousness by Swami Muktananda (also Siddha Meditation by the same author) 9. The Tao Of Physics by Fridjof Capra 10.And in my dreams, I swear, your laughter was a revolution, the earth halted its hustle, and in that fleeting heartbeat, there was laughter, there was a ceasefire, and we were its sanctuary. And when I woke, your absence was a canyon, a shadow … The best place to read and share poetry on the internet The sun's warmth seeps through my skin while my tears grow heavy and fall, first a drop, then a release while the humidity billows up. In this suspended moment, I see gold lining the buildings and the leaves sparkle below. I start to dissolve as I see the warm, gilded picture of everything, all at once.She won't be Gatsby because I'll never be a Daisy. 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