Drug dealers
In flashy cars they came,
merchants of a deadly thing
some delivering, some advertising
as if they had captured
the true essence of life
streaming in from all over
the continent, as news
of their prosperity went
to the ends of Africa
and unafraid of the law
controlled women on the street
always eager to meet
one more, trying to create
the ultimate gangster’s paradise.
At clubs they danced, bedazzled little girls
and boys, coming with very clever ploys
even at schools everywhere were ensnaring
children to buy their wares
and some even were addicted
to their own poison
smoking, sniffing, taking
and injecting
the catalyst of death.
Under their disguises and lies
about eternal fun not even one
could hide
the filth of the moor
could really get the goblin
and the marsh and bush out of them
and the wicked merchantmen
made every city their haunted glen.
[Reference: Goblin market by Christina Rossetti.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I saw children
I saw children
smoking Marijuana
and taking crack cocaine
and injecting heroine
and the government
opened the borders
and more criminals
streamed in
from all over Africa
and the law
looked the other way.
I saw children
smoking Marijuana
and taking crack cocaine
and injecting heroine
and they did not want to be helped
and escaped from rehabilitation
and made as if they were cured
and they robbed
and broke in to houses
and whored
and lied
and some died.
poem by Gert Strydom
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She and Drugs
Freshly spawned,
Brain dumps
Bleeding grey:
Reflections of a mind
That wavers thin
Along the line
That savours pain -
A pond of skin
Devoid of breast -
The pad a feign:
The nothing
Underneath your bra
At best
Is your imagination
Spread across a narcoleptic world
Suchlike survival
In and out
Of haunted woods;
In and out -
You're in and out
As blood transfused -
Pumping on
To ooze at pace
Upon another haemorrhage
And there! a goblin
Here! a goblin
Care to entertain a goblin
In the lair
That is a mind
Of drugs? -
We know it's you -
It's you we know.
We know you're through.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Life repeats itself as
life life life life life life life life
life life life life life life life life
life life life life life life life life
life life life life life life life life
life life life life life life life life
so draining life
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Goblin in the marsh
A Goblin staggers out of the marsh
and he is dirty and full of mud
and stinking he pasts
and walk in the fog
that rises from the water.
There are marsh gasses
that everywhere hangs rotting
and a lightning bolt
hitting to surface
Let’s balls of flame explode
blue, orange and red-blue
behind him
and he laughs half mad
while he walks away
through the mud.
Sniffing he searches
for waterweed, fester, bubonic plague,
arsenic and a snake’s
foaming poison
with the head of a rat
on a green body
and he waddles while he walks
and appears here and there
like a shadow.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To me you are
To me you are the woman
that walks up and down
at the traffic light
and smiles almost shy,
when I look up
and still give a view
of her breasts
To me you are
the hunger and pain,
that I hear in the voices
of children in back streets
where they loose all courage.
To me you are
the crippled gum sniffing children,
that swing walk
with eyes without hope.
To me you are the vagrant,
that struggles along shuffling
and worries about the next
sleeping place and food
and smile without teeth
when he gets a few coins.
To me you are the beggar
who stands unobserved
at a busy traffic light,
while cars are streaming past
where nobody knows or comprehends
his despair.
To me you are the drug dealers
who hangs out in clubs
and look whom they can still catch,
with their contaminating
deadly poison.
To me you are the street thug,
that brakes car windows with bricks
and steal the valuables of people
and sell it at only a Rand or two.
To me you are the criminal
that steals cars in the streets
and are happy
with the despair,
that he is dealing out unscrupulous.
In reality you are the big city
that gives and takes,
where people live like termites
past each other
and rowed in,
as if others do not exist
To rather stay far away from it all
and to get rest and peace there
at times wants to take predominance,
but I love you
like a husband does his wife.
In you is where
some people still build dreams
and wish and live
and have an own place.
In you I see children
giving bread to birds
and people,
giving money to car guards.
In you are places
where people are making a living
and really help each other
and still I believe,
that in places in you
there are more good than evil.
poem by Gert Strydom
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
©Copyright 2008
poem by Regan Mackenzie
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Crying against the wind
I
I saw boys growing up as
Christians,
learning about God,
being taught at school,
to respect
about discipline,
to stretch the mind
and the boys were young and innocent
and for us there were peace.
We slept with unlocked doors,
the police did their job
to the best of their ability,
but the world changed.
II
I saw the effects
of the terrorist bomb
in church street
that smote the innocent
people in the street
and young and old
men, women
scarred, mutilated, maimed,
and cut into bits and pieces
by shrapnel and the deadly
rain of flying glass.
I saw an academic hospital
filled in every hall,
and the few doctors
and paramedics and sisters and nurses
and accountants, clerks,
and office people
issuing disaster cards
and admitting the living.
III
I saw young boys forced to become
a part of a deadly war machine,
and they were barbered, drilled, cursed
and trained to be the best soldiers,
learning discipline,
the strength found in oneself,
about friendship
and suffering the consequences
of killing humans beings.
I saw young men
playing Russian roulette
and at times
wishing to be dead
and I saw boys
becoming better persons
than they were
and starting to be
true believers
of the almighty One
and others turning
into the worst
kind of human beings
and losing all religion,
Integrity and decency
and the madness of hate
taking its toll
I saw boys going
through dense bush,
living in the field,
tracking and destroying deadly terrorists
as just another day’s work,
driving armed vehicles
and battle tanks,
fighting against great odds
and winning every battle
and the war.
I saw war,
the destruction,
the desolation that it brings,
the suffering of the innocent,
the savage carnage
and dead enemies
in great numbers
and people with shot off
legs and arms.
I saw friends die,
shot to pieces,
toasted by prosperous projectiles,
smashed by mortars
and killed
in most of the ways that war brings
and politicians lying and deposing
each other
and the world changed.
IV
I saw religious fanatics
killing innocent people,
crashing planes into buildings,
getting the war
that they begged for,
dying the death
which they sought
and innocent bystanders
paying the toll
for their deeds
and the world changed.
V
I saw the borders being thrown open
to all of Africa,
criminals streaming in,
selling drugs, running prostitution,
lost two cars
to robbers that the insurance
did not pay
and my best friend
left the country
after a hijacking.
I saw children
smoking marijuana, doing crack cocaine,
injecting themselves with heroine
living like vagrants,
whoring around,
robbing from their parents,
braking into houses,
escaping from rehabilitation,
going to jail,
losing the reasons to live,
desperately trying to get the next fix
and dying from drugs and Aids.
VI
I saw reverse racism
that changed laws,
discrimination,
white people with degrees
and experience without work,
while untrained black people
brought every government department
but the taxman
almost to a standstill
and foreign black aliens from all over Africa
having greater rights
and electricity being cut
and the country was in darkness
and the people lived in poverty
and tatters
while they thought about what they had lost
and nobody was counting the cost
and the oppressed were crying in vain
against the wind
and waiting for the rain
that brings life back again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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27 Years In The Bush
27 years in the bush!
I am still finding my way through to reach to the city;
And i need a teacher on this issue to guid eme through this thick bush.
Life is very hard for me alone in this bush,
But i have to hide to save my name;
For the bombs are everywhere and many of my friends are dead already,
And i need a clever teacher who knows the bush very well to lead me on.
27 years in the bush!
Life in Africa does have many colours;
But my faith will surely lead me on till i reach to the city of love,
And i have to save myself from these bombs.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Girls & Boys
Educated
With money
He's well dressed
Not funny
And not much to say in
Most conversations
But he'll foot the bill in
All situations
Cause he pays for everything
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
Paper
Or plastic
Don't matter
She'll have it
Vacations
And shopping sprees
These are a few
Of her favorite things
She'll get what she wants
If she's willing to please
His type of girl
Always comes with a fee
Hey, now, there's nothing for free
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
And these girls like these boys
like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Let's go!
Eh, eh!
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
And these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
All of these boys, and all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, and all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, and all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, and all of these girls
Losing their souls in a material world
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Seeing Double
When I look at Africa,
I see the wild life- They show the wild living,
I see a people- loving- giving and truly believing,
They show a people heartless and only thirsty for killing,
I see a child holding up a report card saying “I was number one”
They show a child soldier holding up a gun!
I see prosperity, bountiful harvests and good health,
They show poverty, drought, disease and death,
I see the different cultures and tribes they show the tribal wars,
They ignore our strengths and show our greatest flaws,
I guess the good side of Africa doesn’t meet their criteria,
Maybe that is the core of western media,
Always struggling to create a boulder from a pebble,
Ignore the legend let us show the rebel!
So while you stand on the other side of the lense,
Trying to capture me on this side of the fence,
I’ll stay hopeful- I choose to see the glass half full,
Maybe one of your heartless pictures will eventually save Darfur,
Genocide sets news agendas and builds journalistic careers,
I can almost hear the raging roars of the journalist’s ideas,
“Make headlines by taking pictures of where the headless body lies,
No first aid just keep the tape rolling while that man dies,
The world needs to see this”- WRONG!
Show them the other side! Show them the peace.
Show them the love, the beauty please show them this,
Show them Africa- the cradle of humanity,
Stop showing a bleeding continent,
Show them the Africa I see
poem by Barak Al'Mondia
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Girls Get The Bass In The Back (feat. Bounty Killer) (Hey Baby Remix)
Hey baby, baby (4x)
All the boys say
Hey, hey... (2x)
All the boys say (3x)
Hey, hey... (2x)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
I'm the kind of girl
That hangs with the guys
Like a fly in the wall
With my secret eyes
Taking it in
Try to be feminine
With my make-up bag
Watching all the sin
Misfit, I sit
Lit up, wicked
Everybody is surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty words
I'm just sipping on chamomile
I'm watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
I'm the one they feed upon
Give a bit a star is born
And if you have enough you'll get the pass
And you can tell your friends how you made it back
No matter what they say I'm still the same
Somehow everybody knows my name
And all the girls wanna get with the boys
And the boys really like it
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
hey, hey... (4x)
All the boys say (3x)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
Jum, jum, jum, jum
Jump on the stage
Jump
Jump on the stage
Jump
Jump on the stage cause we going crazy
Afterward myself and one of them gorgeous ladies
There is no need to be actin' shady
C'mon baby, hey, hey baby
When you rock your hips you know that it amazes me
Got me off the hook and nutting else don't phase me
Can you be my one and only sunshine lady
If no, maybe, hey baby
Hey, hey... (4x)
I'm just sipping on chamomile
I'm watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey baby, baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
song performed by by No Doubt
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Africa, Africa ooh Africa
Africa
continent of love
continent of caring
continent of women
Africa
you held me
you loved me
you saved me
Ooh Africa
where are you now
where is your support
please tell me it's not gone
Come back
Africa
Come back
we need you
poem by Sally Traore
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Boys & Girls
Educated with money
Hes well dressed not funny
And not to say in most conversations
But hell foot the bill in all situations
cause he pays for everything
Girls dont like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when theyre not funny
Paper or plastic,
Dont matter shell have it
Vacations and shopping sprees these are a few of her favorite things
Shell get what she wants if shes willing to please
His type of girl always comes with a fee
Hey now theres nothing for free
Girls dont like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when theyre not funny
And these girls like these boys, like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris
Girls dont like boys, girls like cars and money
Lets go!
Girls dont like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when theyre not funny
And these girls like these boys, like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris
Girls dont like boys, girls like cars and money
All of these boys, and get all of these girls
Are losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, and get all of these girls
Are losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, and get all of these girls
Are losing their souls in a material world
All of these boys, and get all of these girls
Are losing their souls in a material world
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Girls & Boys
Educated with money. Hes well dressed not funny. And not much to cay in most conversations. But hell foot the bill in all situations. cause he pays for everything. Girls dont like boys, girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny. Paper or plastic dont matter. shell have it vacations and shopping sprees, theses are a few of her favorite things. Shell get what she wants if she is willing to please. His type of girl always comes with a fee. Hey now theres nothing for free. Girls dont like boys girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny. And these girls like these boys, like these boys like these girls the girls with the bodies like the boys with Ferraris. Girls dont like boys girls like cars and money. (lets go) Girls dont like boys girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when their not funny. And these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls. The girls with the bodies like the boys with Ferraris. All of these boys and all of these girls are losing their souls in a material world. All of these boys and all of these girls are losing their souls in a material world. All of these boys and all of these girls are losing their souls in a material world. All of these boys and all of these girls are losing their souls in a material world. (fade)
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Girls vs. Women
Girls are insecure; Women are confident.
Girls dress trashy; Women dress classy.
Girls are students; Women are teachers.
Girls are listeners; Women are preachers.
Girls makes babies; Women raise babies.
Girls have sex; Women make love.
Girls are weak; Women are strong.
Girls fight; Women walk away.
Girls argue; Women speak.
Girls give in; Women compromise.
Girls envy. Women appreciate.
Girls give up. Women strive.
Girls look. Women see.
Girls take. Women give.
Girls follow; Women influence.
poem by Christina E. Brown
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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One Of These Girls
Owwww!
One of these girls is doing their own thing, uhh ohh!
One of these girls is just not the same!
You think shes sweet, all pretty in pink,
But you better beware, cause I aint what you think! (emma)
Im always searching for a good time, not on a day,
She gets down in unusual ways,
Getting my kicks, being naughty and cheeky!
Dream on, babe your just freakin, oh,
When we got together we just come as a one,
Doing mmmmn, mmmmn and a whoah yeah!
One of these girls is doing their own thing,
One of these girls is just not the same.
I said a, even though we are doing our own thing,
Cant you see were all playing a game.
Uh oh!
Taking pride in myself, in the clothes that I wear,
Shes only teasing to make you stare.
She likes to do what the boys do, getting dirty on the pitch,
Chanting with the cup crew.
When we got together we just come as a one,
Doing mmmmn, mmmmn and a whoah yeah!
One of these girls is doing their own thing,
One of these girls is just not the same.
I said a, even though we are doing our own thing,
Cant you see were all playing a game.
Uh oh!
Pushing in the clubs, queue jumping, giving all the boys the grief,
Giving lots of cheek and attitude, keeping our lovin brief.
Pushing in the clubs, queue jumping, giving all the boys the grief,
Giving lots of cheek and attitude, keeping our lovin brief.
You think theyve got it? well Ive got it, youve always got it!
No way they wont get it, ohhh, ( come on, ) ohhh
When we got together we just come as a one,
Doing mmmmn, mmmmn and a whoah yeah!
One of these girls is doing their own thing,
One of these girls is just not the same.
I said a, even though we are doing our own thing,
Cant you see were all playing a game.
(echo)
One of these girls is doing their own thing,
One of these girls is just not the same.
(echo)
I said a, even though we are doing our own thing,
Cant you see were all playing a game.
(repeat last 4 lines (echo off) and fade )
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Illegal aliens
Some people call them refugees,
but to me they are illegal aliens.
The gates from Africa
lies wide open
and they cross illegally
during the day
and in the darkness of night.
It is a interesting thing
that they stream south
as if they can not make a living
in their own countries.
They brave the wild beasts
of the Kruger National park
and old and young
men and women and children
flock from everywhere in Africa
to a land with some prosperity.
They cross a unpatrolled
and unprotected border
by day and night.
and come on foot
and in any way
that they can.
Some employers
take them at a cut throat rate
and Nigerian criminals sell drugs
on the streets
and at street corners
foreign aliens beg,
and women sell themselves
and some foreigners
rape, steal and kill.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lockjaw
Look out children
Mothers hide all the children who lie
Lockjaws coming with a rusty nail
Hes gonna nail your mouth open wide
Look out children
Boys and girls who do falsify
From the black forest with a hammerhead
Hes looking for you with a rusty eye
In the black forest, lives an ogre named lockjaw. lockjaw doesnt like children
Who tell lies. late at night he stalks the houses of the fibbers and the
Falsifiers, and before they can cry out from their beds, he nails their jaws
Open with a rusty nail, using his head for a hammer. you may escape him for a
While and think you fooled him, but hell get you in the end. hell get ya!
Hell get ya!!
Lockjaws coming
Hide your heads, all you lying children
Mothers hide all your lying children
Fathers hide all your lying children
Look out mothers
Telling lies to a gullible child
Lockjaws coming with a rusty nail
Hegonna nail your mouth open wide
Look out fathers
Teachers and leaders who do falsify
From the black forest with a hammerhead
Hes looking for you with a rusty eye
Many people wonder could such a terrible tail be true? who would make up such
A terrible tale? it seems such a cruel punishment for such a tiny little lie.
Well, Ive got to confess. its a fib. I made it up myself. its pretty funny,
Dont you think? ha, ha ha! gag, gag, gag!!!
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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