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The Hat
Twenty days since the pall bearers passed
twenty days she wore the hat.
It sat on her head lie a mushroom on stem.
And all who glimpsed could readily see
the hat was smaller than ought to be.
The man in the market hollered "ship ahoy",
remembering the smile of the little boy
wo saluted him daily in the grocery store.
Like theatre curtain raised with a tragedy
below her eyelids raised in a sad hello
like ancient parchment ready to crumble in unversed hands
her face, once warmed by the laughter of a child
Now shivered in pain, loosing what expression of life that remained'.
The hat so engored with the glutton of pain,
so weighed her head that her eyes did rain.
on the arrival of fdusk on the twenty first day
that time that seduces the darkness to stay
her heart, loosing rhythm shed layers of hurt,
And her spirit gave way to the hungers of earth.
twenty days she wore the hat.
It sat on her head lie a mushroom on stem.
And all who glimpsed could readily see
the hat was smaller than ought to be.
The man in the market hollered "ship ahoy",
remembering the smile of the little boy
wo saluted him daily in the grocery store.
Like theatre curtain raised with a tragedy
below her eyelids raised in a sad hello
like ancient parchment ready to crumble in unversed hands
her face, once warmed by the laughter of a child
Now shivered in pain, loosing what expression of life that remained'.
The hat so engored with the glutton of pain,
so weighed her head that her eyes did rain.
on the arrival of fdusk on the twenty first day
that time that seduces the darkness to stay
her heart, loosing rhythm shed layers of hurt,
And her spirit gave way to the hungers of earth.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
A mother at her time of loss of a child And a man who took delight inknowing the boy he knew by her look something was amis. When he did notysee the by he knew.
A love so tragic
It was summertime in the city james was sick of the innuendos
he was lying in his soft bed
soft light crept through the window
thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head
he thought of the love they shared
he remembers the joy that once overwhelmed him in ecstasy
now showered him in despair
the thoughts that where once friends where now hideous enemys
he thought about that horrid moment when she took up that gun
he still screams in nightmares of that wretched day
her dad was beating her, james didn't know, her brother died Cassandra was done
she took her dads glock and blew her head away
he wished he could have changed things
he was too late it tortured his soul
he wished for a way to repent for his sins
but nothing worked torn in his heart was a hole
that could never be mended never be fixed never be truly filled
he ruminated on the pain and hatred of himself
yet somehow he kept trying to rebuild
his sorrow was eventually replaced by his amassed wealth
he found resolve in money and material items
he drowned himself in superficial pleasures
it was his way. how he repents
financial success in drastic measures
was his way out
then the war came
he died fighting the next day bullet to the mouth
what a shame
he died empty
the message of this poem is not intended to be negative.
the message is that no matter what happens you can move on and suicide is not the answer to anything.you can make it through any pain with determination.while it is true some scars never fully heal they still can heal somewhat and that is all you need to move forward.keep moving forward.thank you.god bless you and keep rocking on
he was lying in his soft bed
soft light crept through the window
thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head
he thought of the love they shared
he remembers the joy that once overwhelmed him in ecstasy
now showered him in despair
the thoughts that where once friends where now hideous enemys
he thought about that horrid moment when she took up that gun
he still screams in nightmares of that wretched day
her dad was beating her, james didn't know, her brother died Cassandra was done
she took her dads glock and blew her head away
he wished he could have changed things
he was too late it tortured his soul
he wished for a way to repent for his sins
but nothing worked torn in his heart was a hole
that could never be mended never be fixed never be truly filled
he ruminated on the pain and hatred of himself
yet somehow he kept trying to rebuild
his sorrow was eventually replaced by his amassed wealth
he found resolve in money and material items
he drowned himself in superficial pleasures
it was his way. how he repents
financial success in drastic measures
was his way out
then the war came
he died fighting the next day bullet to the mouth
what a shame
he died empty
the message of this poem is not intended to be negative.
the message is that no matter what happens you can move on and suicide is not the answer to anything.you can make it through any pain with determination.while it is true some scars never fully heal they still can heal somewhat and that is all you need to move forward.keep moving forward.thank you.god bless you and keep rocking on
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Posted: Mar 2015
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Dear Ann
Can you believe
your death gave birth
to me?
Live or die,
you said insistently.
you chose the second
& the first chose me.
I mourn you.
Is love the sugarcoated
poison that gets us in the
end?
We spoke of men
as often as poems,
We tried to legislate away
the need for love,
the back-seat sex
& earth caressing you.
Why did you do it in
your Mother's bed?
(I know, but also know
I had to ask.)
Our mother's get us
hooked, then leave us
cold, all full-grown
orphans hungering
for love.
You loved a man
who spoke "like greeting
cards."
"He pleasures me
well, but I can't talk
to him.
Poet, we share that awful need
to talk in bed. Love wasn't love
if we could only speak
in tongues.
& the intensity of unloved
increased until the motor,
the running motor could
no longer power the driver,
& you, poet, with miles
to go, would rather sleep.
Between the suicide pills
& giggly vodkas in algonquin..
Between your round granny glasses
& your eyes blue as glaciers..
Between your stark mother-hunger
& your courage you knew...
you knew there was only
one poem, we all were writing.
No Competition..
the poem belongs to
everyone & God.
I jumped out of your
suicide car & into his arms.
Your death was mine,
I ate it & spit it out.
Now, I sit by the lake
writing to you.
I love a man who makes
my fingers ache.
His beard is distinguishing gray,
his eyes blue as the deepest ocean
& the amazing plum of his tongue
sweetens my brain.
He is like nobody since
I love him-
He manhood sinks
deep within my heart
I write to you off
somewhere in the clouds..
I tap the table like a spiritualist.
Sex is a part of death;
that much I know,
your voice was earth,
your eyes glacier blue,
your slender torso
& long American legs
drape across the huge
Midwestern sky.
I want to tell you
"Wait, don't do it yet,
Love is the poison,
Ann, but love eats death."
SAS
your death gave birth
to me?
Live or die,
you said insistently.
you chose the second
& the first chose me.
I mourn you.
Is love the sugarcoated
poison that gets us in the
end?
We spoke of men
as often as poems,
We tried to legislate away
the need for love,
the back-seat sex
& earth caressing you.
Why did you do it in
your Mother's bed?
(I know, but also know
I had to ask.)
Our mother's get us
hooked, then leave us
cold, all full-grown
orphans hungering
for love.
You loved a man
who spoke "like greeting
cards."
"He pleasures me
well, but I can't talk
to him.
Poet, we share that awful need
to talk in bed. Love wasn't love
if we could only speak
in tongues.
& the intensity of unloved
increased until the motor,
the running motor could
no longer power the driver,
& you, poet, with miles
to go, would rather sleep.
Between the suicide pills
& giggly vodkas in algonquin..
Between your round granny glasses
& your eyes blue as glaciers..
Between your stark mother-hunger
& your courage you knew...
you knew there was only
one poem, we all were writing.
No Competition..
the poem belongs to
everyone & God.
I jumped out of your
suicide car & into his arms.
Your death was mine,
I ate it & spit it out.
Now, I sit by the lake
writing to you.
I love a man who makes
my fingers ache.
His beard is distinguishing gray,
his eyes blue as the deepest ocean
& the amazing plum of his tongue
sweetens my brain.
He is like nobody since
I love him-
He manhood sinks
deep within my heart
I write to you off
somewhere in the clouds..
I tap the table like a spiritualist.
Sex is a part of death;
that much I know,
your voice was earth,
your eyes glacier blue,
your slender torso
& long American legs
drape across the huge
Midwestern sky.
I want to tell you
"Wait, don't do it yet,
Love is the poison,
Ann, but love eats death."
SAS
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Posted: Oct 2014
Post Comment
Because Greif I am still in today
I stand here still
against my will
because Grief I am still in today
drowning in it still,
I can not left up my arms
to comb my hair
Grief is thick in the air,
But what do I care
I can see a light a head
as I fight not to get
back in bed,
God light I see
I am not blind
as I try to unwind
from my Grief,
I stand still
against my will
because Grief I am still into today
holding me against my will
I need to drink more water today
or try to eat food
God light I see
his love will feed me,
as I get down on my knees
Help me Lord please,
no phone calls please
I not in the mood today
just go away,
I stand still
against my will
because Grief I am still into today
holding me against my will
I will open up my Bible
and read the book of Mathews
with tears rolling down my cheek
help from God I do seek
his words help take me out
of my Grief time and put me
into a better state of mind,
As I stand still
against my will
because Grief I am still into today.
by charlotte 2014
against my will
because Grief I am still in today
drowning in it still,
I can not left up my arms
to comb my hair
Grief is thick in the air,
But what do I care
I can see a light a head
as I fight not to get
back in bed,
God light I see
I am not blind
as I try to unwind
from my Grief,
I stand still
against my will
because Grief I am still into today
holding me against my will
I need to drink more water today
or try to eat food
God light I see
his love will feed me,
as I get down on my knees
Help me Lord please,
no phone calls please
I not in the mood today
just go away,
I stand still
against my will
because Grief I am still into today
holding me against my will
I will open up my Bible
and read the book of Mathews
with tears rolling down my cheek
help from God I do seek
his words help take me out
of my Grief time and put me
into a better state of mind,
As I stand still
against my will
because Grief I am still into today.
by charlotte 2014
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
This poem was written because my sister in law Pat Croston passed away last week from suicide. Pat and my brother lost there daughter 14 years ago at the age of 25. Pat never got over it.Dead Poets....
laughing monosyllables/
echoes /
Poet, the whole city sky palely flaming
& spectral bombs
hitting that patch of river
I see from a park bench.
Sexton's psychotic breakdowns
& shattered taboos
pour forth from a pewter urn.
Barraging out of the dirt,
Plath spits out another verse.
Homicidal episodes of Henry Miller
echo through pages
long forgotten.
Like a root stemming from a
trunkless tree,
they all delve deep into themselves.
(pause)
The poet's are dead, the city dying.
Anne, Sylvia, Keats with his passionate lungs,
Berryman jumping from the bridge & waving,
all the dreamers dead, poet,
of their own dreams.
Why have I stayed on as Horatio?
Anne sends poems from the grave,
Sylvia, letters.
John Keats's ghostly cough
comes through the wall of my room.
What am I doing here?
Why contend?
(pause)
I am a corpse who moves the pen that writes.
I am a vessel for a voice that echoes.
I write a novel & annihilate whole forests.
I rearrange the cosmos by an inch.
I must go, poet,
do write soon.
SAS
echoes /
Poet, the whole city sky palely flaming
& spectral bombs
hitting that patch of river
I see from a park bench.
Sexton's psychotic breakdowns
& shattered taboos
pour forth from a pewter urn.
Barraging out of the dirt,
Plath spits out another verse.
Homicidal episodes of Henry Miller
echo through pages
long forgotten.
Like a root stemming from a
trunkless tree,
they all delve deep into themselves.
(pause)
The poet's are dead, the city dying.
Anne, Sylvia, Keats with his passionate lungs,
Berryman jumping from the bridge & waving,
all the dreamers dead, poet,
of their own dreams.
Why have I stayed on as Horatio?
Anne sends poems from the grave,
Sylvia, letters.
John Keats's ghostly cough
comes through the wall of my room.
What am I doing here?
Why contend?
(pause)
I am a corpse who moves the pen that writes.
I am a vessel for a voice that echoes.
I write a novel & annihilate whole forests.
I rearrange the cosmos by an inch.
I must go, poet,
do write soon.
SAS
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Posted: Oct 2014
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To my lost soulmate
You are my guiding light, a star, a child.!!
Your spirit in me, you were to be my destiny.!!
You showed me strength, no weakness, just understanding.!!
In my thoughts always, never leaving.!!
Though torn apart, always in my heart.!!
Until my end, then re-united.!!
For my lost angel
Your spirit in me, you were to be my destiny.!!
You showed me strength, no weakness, just understanding.!!
In my thoughts always, never leaving.!!
Though torn apart, always in my heart.!!
Until my end, then re-united.!!
For my lost angel
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
I am a writer, this was penned one night as i thought about the only girl i truly loved, we were devoted. After finally getting together, we spent one magical day together, the next day i lost her for always and it nearly killed me. 16 years on i still love her as if yesterday. But this poem hides deep dark emotions.
Das Fazit dieses Leben (The verdict of this life)
Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine
Insofern möchte Ich versuchen
Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir
Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen
All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte
Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine Angst
Nachzulassen - und in dem Moment, Ich wusste,
Es gab wirklich nichts mehr für mich zu bereuen
Da Gott oben war es so verordnet
Der Ort, wo die Toten zu tun gehen
Vor allem auf der Erde, dass wir vergleichen können
Paradies in der Tat ist so schön und fair
Obwohl von den Ich liebe, Ich bin auseinander
Sie sind nicht in meinem Herzen vergessen.
I look to heaven above and I cry
Inasmuch as I would like to try
My loved ones will not return to me
That is the verdict of this life I see
All my grief was more than I could bear
And it took a long time for my fear
To subside - and in the moment I knew
There was truly nothing left for me to rue
Since God above had decreed it so
The place where the dead do go
Is above all on earth that we can compare
Paradise indeed is so beautiful and fair
Even though from those I love I am apart
They are not forgotten in my heart.
Insofern möchte Ich versuchen
Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir
Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen
All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte
Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine Angst
Nachzulassen - und in dem Moment, Ich wusste,
Es gab wirklich nichts mehr für mich zu bereuen
Da Gott oben war es so verordnet
Der Ort, wo die Toten zu tun gehen
Vor allem auf der Erde, dass wir vergleichen können
Paradies in der Tat ist so schön und fair
Obwohl von den Ich liebe, Ich bin auseinander
Sie sind nicht in meinem Herzen vergessen.
I look to heaven above and I cry
Inasmuch as I would like to try
My loved ones will not return to me
That is the verdict of this life I see
All my grief was more than I could bear
And it took a long time for my fear
To subside - and in the moment I knew
There was truly nothing left for me to rue
Since God above had decreed it so
The place where the dead do go
Is above all on earth that we can compare
Paradise indeed is so beautiful and fair
Even though from those I love I am apart
They are not forgotten in my heart.
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Posted: Dec 2014
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"A FALSE REALITY" 12/10/1998
I'M LIVING WITH THIS WEIGHT UPON MY SHOULDERS
HEAVY IS THE BURDEN PLACED WITHIN MY SOUL
AND AS I GAZE INTO THE MIRROR UPON MY WALL
IT'S DARK REFLECTIONS REFLECT ALL OF MY WOE...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
MY LIFE'S BLOOD IS FLOWING INTERNALLY
AS THE NIGHTMARE CLOSES ON IN
THIS MUST BE THE NEW BEGINNING
AS THE AGONY INTRUDES TO TAKE MY HAND...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN LIVE WITH THIS RAGE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN BEAR ALL THIS ENDLESS PAIN
I TREMBLE WITHIN THE BLACKNESS FLOWING IN THE NIGHT
I TREMBLE BENEATH THIS FEAR, IN THE SHADOWS I HOLD THE KNIFE...
I'M APPROACHING AN UNHOLY SHRINE
AN ALTER OF ANCIENT SACRIFICE
DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE MIND
ARE THE ILLUSIONS THAT SURELY UNWIND...
THEY AWAIT TO BE RELEASED
FROM THE DARK DEPTHS OF MY SOUL
FOR, THE FINAL HOURS ARE AT HAND
AS THE BLOODY DEMONS TAKE CONTROL...
"WE WANT YOUR SOUL, YOU'RE BOUND TO US
THAT'S OUR GOAL, YOUR BLOOD WE LUST
THROUGH THE DARKNESS YOU WILL SEE
HELL'S DOMAIN, OUR BURNING REALITY..."
HELL IS THE BURNING PLACE
AND I HAD OPENED UP IT'S DOORS
DEMONS THEN PROCEED ON THROUGH
NOW TRUE EVIL BECOMES FOREVERMORE...
I'M BURNING FREE WITH FLOWING HATE
TO BE ONE OF THEM
JOINING THEM TO BURN WITHIN
DWELLING IN AN UNHOLY LAND...
A PATHWAY TO ALL MADNESS
A GATEWAY THROUGH ALL SADNESS
MY LIFE AWAITS TO DIE IN VAIN
NOW, THE CHAOS ALL BEGINS...
I STAB MYSELF, I FALL TO DIE
BLOOD FLOWS FREE, MY SUICIDE
I GAZE THROUGH THE ENDLESS WOE
AS I SEE THEM THERE TO CATCH MY SOUL...
AS I STARE INTO THE NOTHINGNESS
THROUGH A BLACKNESS BATHING ME IN BLOOD
I LAY DOWN IN A STILL, CRIMSON POOL
FEELING THE BREADTH OF THOSE WHO COME...
HEAVY IS THE BURDEN PLACED WITHIN MY SOUL
AND AS I GAZE INTO THE MIRROR UPON MY WALL
IT'S DARK REFLECTIONS REFLECT ALL OF MY WOE...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
MY LIFE'S BLOOD IS FLOWING INTERNALLY
AS THE NIGHTMARE CLOSES ON IN
THIS MUST BE THE NEW BEGINNING
AS THE AGONY INTRUDES TO TAKE MY HAND...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN LIVE WITH THIS RAGE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN BEAR ALL THIS ENDLESS PAIN
I TREMBLE WITHIN THE BLACKNESS FLOWING IN THE NIGHT
I TREMBLE BENEATH THIS FEAR, IN THE SHADOWS I HOLD THE KNIFE...
I'M APPROACHING AN UNHOLY SHRINE
AN ALTER OF ANCIENT SACRIFICE
DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE MIND
ARE THE ILLUSIONS THAT SURELY UNWIND...
THEY AWAIT TO BE RELEASED
FROM THE DARK DEPTHS OF MY SOUL
FOR, THE FINAL HOURS ARE AT HAND
AS THE BLOODY DEMONS TAKE CONTROL...
"WE WANT YOUR SOUL, YOU'RE BOUND TO US
THAT'S OUR GOAL, YOUR BLOOD WE LUST
THROUGH THE DARKNESS YOU WILL SEE
HELL'S DOMAIN, OUR BURNING REALITY..."
HELL IS THE BURNING PLACE
AND I HAD OPENED UP IT'S DOORS
DEMONS THEN PROCEED ON THROUGH
NOW TRUE EVIL BECOMES FOREVERMORE...
I'M BURNING FREE WITH FLOWING HATE
TO BE ONE OF THEM
JOINING THEM TO BURN WITHIN
DWELLING IN AN UNHOLY LAND...
A PATHWAY TO ALL MADNESS
A GATEWAY THROUGH ALL SADNESS
MY LIFE AWAITS TO DIE IN VAIN
NOW, THE CHAOS ALL BEGINS...
I STAB MYSELF, I FALL TO DIE
BLOOD FLOWS FREE, MY SUICIDE
I GAZE THROUGH THE ENDLESS WOE
AS I SEE THEM THERE TO CATCH MY SOUL...
AS I STARE INTO THE NOTHINGNESS
THROUGH A BLACKNESS BATHING ME IN BLOOD
I LAY DOWN IN A STILL, CRIMSON POOL
FEELING THE BREADTH OF THOSE WHO COME...
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this when i was feeling down, I'm feeling down now. so i thought id type it here...this one is the 4th song on an album i started in 1996 & finshed it in 2001
The album title is called DARK REFLECTIONS........
I feel like my Grief is silent--2014
I feel like my
grief is silent
there is no sound
that will come out,
now that your no
longer about,
I feel like my
grief is silent
as my feet shuttle
across the floor
I still can not believe Pat
I will not see you any more,
I feel like my
Grief is silent
as I go on about
my day,
but this does not mean
I miss you in any
different way,
I feel like my
grief is silent
the day is Dec. 4th
one month ago you
turn and walked away
why why did you not choose
to stay,
I feel like my
grief is silent
Thanksgiving over and
Christmas is about to begin,
yesterday I was out Christmas
shopping and I bought a
gift or two
I feel like my
grief is silent
inside my heart is breaking
just once more Pat
I would like to chat
with you,
I feel like my
grief is silent
the tears has stopped
coming out of my eye
but my whole body at night
I hear it scream and cry
and it says to God----
why, why?
I feel like
my grief is silent,,,,by charlotte Dec. 4th 2014
grief is silent
there is no sound
that will come out,
now that your no
longer about,
I feel like my
grief is silent
as my feet shuttle
across the floor
I still can not believe Pat
I will not see you any more,
I feel like my
Grief is silent
as I go on about
my day,
but this does not mean
I miss you in any
different way,
I feel like my
grief is silent
the day is Dec. 4th
one month ago you
turn and walked away
why why did you not choose
to stay,
I feel like my
grief is silent
Thanksgiving over and
Christmas is about to begin,
yesterday I was out Christmas
shopping and I bought a
gift or two
I feel like my
grief is silent
inside my heart is breaking
just once more Pat
I would like to chat
with you,
I feel like my
grief is silent
the tears has stopped
coming out of my eye
but my whole body at night
I hear it scream and cry
and it says to God----
why, why?
I feel like
my grief is silent,,,,by charlotte Dec. 4th 2014
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
One month ago my sister in law Pat passed away by a over dose of pills,Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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