Sister in-law
Sister-in-law has got special position
All liberties but close relation out of question
So much praise showered on her with special mention
Husband praises without any hesitation
She stands as half wife for full wife
Vacancy is filled when situation is rife
Not to worry for any good flirt
Wife has to remain quiet but always alert,
No sweet but good and colourful relation,
Happy moments and adding to elations,
No tension and worry when she is around,
You can have easy walk on slippery ground
Husbands take pride in having in law
Don’t find fault or any other flaw
Always ready and anxious to care
Prefer all relation but to be seen no where
Wives too happy and share lenient views
Allows no freedom which is undue
After all, in law is her real sister
Above all, husband is her real mister
So long not married, everything goes well
After her departure, it turns into hell
No one is prepared for stories to tell
It was only phase not much to dwell
Even kids may prefer in law to mother
Not even look in home even at father
This doesn’t drive them crazy any more
No one takes note and stress or bother
This is delicate relation and bound to suffer
Many ups and downs with stories to offer
Many may argue with difference of opinion
After al it is sister-in- law and not the companion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I held her hand
I held her hand and requested
Tried to molly her and stand contested
It was never a betrayal that she feared
I beg her pardon and some what it was cleared
Lots of call per day at home puzzled her
Why so many females ring and bother
What makes them to make call at odd hour?
When he is away sometimes or on tour
This had made her to be suspicious
This remained for many days as continuous
This is quite natural for any female
As many husbands never try and fail
It warrants some love and true action
People don’t care much to the reaction
It brings to the stage on no return
Then whole scene is change in turn
It is not good to have hostile reception
The relation must remain cordial from inception
Husband and wife must act as one pair
There should be enough time to repair
It is natural to develop some misgivings
We are all made of one substance and called human beings
We react to some of the disliking
The end result is never striking
If some good sense prevails
Then any attempt to vitiate fails
It turns back to same relation
Room for any doubt goes out of question
Wife needs enough of care and attention
Some sweet words, praise and nice mention
She will have no room to complaint anytime
We must seize such opportunities sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A special one
What she has as so much special?
Always happy with joy very real
Nothing to accept in nature as racial
No displeasure at all to conceal
This is how I rated my special woman
She was very much loved by me as man
What did she expect from me in turn?
Was it not important for me to return?
Well in this regard less said is better
It is not at all controversial matter
It has been settled and considered as sacred norm
Both may stay together and wither the storm
She has the duty of taking family as further
It can be adding of new members’ altogether
She has special position in family as good wife
Time can be passed easily in life
She may remain faithful all the way
She has her way and all attention to pay
It may be demeaning if we fail to recognize
All her contribution stands good in our eyes
The world might have gone other way round
If we had not the way legitimately found
Nuptial knot is such glaring example of relation
It is nice way of finding the elevation
Everybody has some special role to play
No one can drag the feet and go away
It has some obligations and restrictions
The life story an not be equated with fictions
The wife stands on top of the ladder
We pounce upon her and act as invader
She is not the medium for only lust
We got to pay enough respect and it is must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Is marriage a forced......i
Is marriage a forced prostitution?
Or part of noble institution?
Why there be irrelevant question?
Or even stress and specific mention,
When tied a nuptial knot,
No question of no or not,
After so many wrangles fought,
Beautiful creature in vision is caught,
Many argue it is decided in heaven,
Not facing odds but some situation also even,
When marriage is over, happy ending then,
Question arises how to begin new life and when,
Initial days pass with happiness and joy,
To keep bride happy all tactics employ,
Each passing of day may add happiness or gloom,
Flowers also may fade after initial boom,
When wife starts distancing self,
All utensils make noise in shelf,
Soon to realize reality and gravity of situation,
Days may be over marking end of infatuation,
With issue of one or two more kids,
Most of the time spent on feeds,
Slackness in relation emerge to surface,
Wife may feel as if going near to furnace,
All this lead to scuffle and unrest,
Real time comes when relation to test,
All try to avoid and keep it as best,
Everything now done is at their behest,
Legal pundits say marriage can be termed,
Forced prostitution may be but can’t be named,
Court may term it as torture and atrocity,
Life can be in doldrums and not remain as continuity,
Whether willing or unwilling she has to submit,
Though not to liking but surrender and admit,
But it is long and painful debate,
Matter should end and nothing more to relate,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Are You a Good Husband?
All married men want to be called a good husband
A good husband is a decent husband
Mr. Husband what you done to deserve this decency?
Has your wife ever referred to you as her good husband?
It is known that the eyes cannot see itself
Unless by reflection. Have you ever asked
Your wife for a performance appraisal
Honey, how did I perform last year?
On a scale of one to ten, one for very poor
Ten for excellent, how did I perform?
Your wife may think you are now on new drugs
If you receive less than six, you need to
Start fence mending before it is too late
A good husband sees his wife as his friend
A nice husband treats his wife as his lover
A decent husband regards his wife as a soul-mate
You should anticipate what your wife
Will need before she makes any request
By the way, have you ever bought a gift
For your wife without an occasion?
Do you have to wait for her birthday?
To inform her that she is very special to you?
Do you have to wait for your wedding anniversary?
To tell her that she is the best thing in your life
When last did you talk to your wife in-laws?
When last did you visit your wife in-laws?
What have you done to be called a good husband?
Ask for performance appraisal on a regular basis
Remember, if you make your wife happy
You will get happiness in return
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Tell Me
It is good to ask “tell me”
But you have been allowed free
Don’t ask often to lady
They are eager but moody
It is good to be possessive
But not be so obsessive
You show all your feeling
When she is for you and willing
It hurts a woman when asked repeatedly
Some relations are just accepted happily
It is sacred and must remain so
Undue haste and pleas must go
You make it more narrative
Hence it becomes less subjective
You become possessive
And try to be assertive
This creates some tension
It raises lots of questions
When woman in question is ready
You must be careful and remain steady
Some of the paths are to be guided smoothly
Remain at arms length but truthfully
It adds sweetness in relation
Every time good feeling with lots of excitation
Listen to what she says or murmurs?
Try to be attentive and peacefully hear
Some new message may be for you
She may find you real and very true
Such is delicate thread of relation
It has enough of joy in revelation
One must be really assertive when required
Trust her completely without being inquired
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For The Want Of Time
I never excuse for the want of time
Even though it may very important and prime
I love some of my friends and relatives
As they are close and very subjective
I may never find time in whole life
As husband has no spare time for wife
Yet something is to be talked about
Else you face the possible rout
How can I say you keep off?
How can I that rude and rough?
Everybody is built of some fine stuff
No amount of arguments can help not even bluff
I know only mortals may remain
I may prefer to be excluded in my domain
But at what cost I enjoy the fame?
What is there good in the name?
Do we thing work may end so soon?
The sun may not have afternoon
The evening may not set in
The birds may not return and sing
I am apologetic to those friends
Do not take it to illogical end
It may be ridicule to end in clever manner
Yet the fact may be known sooner
I would love rather to hear you gently
Those words not heard before silently
How long I may have to face dry spell?
Nothing at present seems going well
I would never question brilliant face off
I have no strength to argue or scoff
Yet it pains from within not to press
Instead prefer isolation and dearly miss
No one may have time to care for
No one may even prefer to be very sure
As it will not take them to reality
Because they want to maintain good quality
I would love to talk at length
With any one who cares and match with strength
It is not the intelligence that matters most
The relation is pushed aside and remains frost
It is very hard to go on for sentiments
You may have sugar coated comments
That may not cut much deep with the ice
As it does not really match with the promises
I hope relations are weighed in any terms
It adds to some worry and concerns
Nothing goes off well with nice duration
It gives room for deterioration with some indication
I end up by saying welcome all
I regret saying it without any standard fall
I love all despite my tight schedule
I want it to be durable and ideal module
I may perish along with my brethren
It may then be smooth and happy turn
I shall bid good bye despite having no time
I shall regret only “No time” but as no crime
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sisters's Wedding Poem From Your Little Sister
My Sister Has Always Been In My Life
Right From The Start
Now She’s About To Become Darren’s Wife
Because She Loves Him From The Bottom Of Her Heart
Having A Sister Is The Best Thing In The Ever
We Can Never Be Broken Apart, No Never
Having A Sister Is Not Just A Trend
Because I Know She Is My Bestest Freind
Sometimes We May Get Mad
Or Begin To Fight
But That’s The Fun Part About Having A Sister
We Both Think That We’re Always Right
Now You Are Getting Married Zo
You’re Life Will Soon Be Complete
But I Will Still Come To You
Whenever I Feel Defeat
But Here’s My Chance
To Thank You For All You’ve Done
Because In My Book
You’ll Always Be Number One
To Me You Are An Angel In Disguise
You Are Happy, Intelligent And Wise
If I Had One Wish It Would Surely Be
To Give As Much To You As You’ve Given To Me
Thank You Zo, My Sister, My Freind
My Thanks To You Has No End
Through Our Ups And Downs
This Much Is True:
You’re A Sister, My Sister
And I Will Always Love You!
poem by Candy Simpson
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Sacred relation
"What on earth can be called sacred relation"?
One friend parried a direct question
"Why the query all of sudden"?
I was not prepared to answer even
He had lost mother recently
He was keeping quiet but asked gently
I understood pain from his eyes
Even though the death of his mother was long gone by
Right from the conception she is aligned with child
Her nature undergoes change and remains mild
Everybody takes special care of her
First happy moment is shared by sister
The family is heavily loaded with movement
The child is expected at any moment
Everybody at home is right on toe
Only the word is awaited with the signal "go"
Mother has no more reason to worry
Whole world is on her steps to carry
She has complete time to spend after child
Even after child troubles her or goes wild
Such beautiful mother is heavenly gift on earth
Attachment is such that we don't forget even after her death
The sadness on part of friend was easily understood
I decided to console him and firmly stood by
I knew by folk tales that mother was no less than goddess
You can see entire world in her or on face
If world has to owe anything to any one
Then mother stands the only chance and none else
I too became sentimental along with him and cried
I put maximum words to console him and earnestly tried
He was quiet reasonable but carried away by memory
He felt so sad and had certain reasons to worry
I feel irritated at the news of mother's death
If that really happens to me then what aftermath!
I found no answer and winked at the blue sky
The birds were returning home for next day to fly
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My sister dont
My sister please dont cry
My sister dry your eyes
My sister don't end your life
My sister your not his wife
My sister he's cold as a snake
My sister he's just a fake
My sister everything will be better when you wake
My sister Ive seen the pills you take
My sister he's full of lies
My sister don't even try
My sister your the one everyone likes
My sister don't start a fight
My sister it ends tonight
My sister I need you, don't end your life
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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Link Of Love
Sister is
Love...
Brother is
Love...
Father is
Love
Mother is love...
Wife is love...
Husband is
Love...
Love and love...
Theay are familey...
Love is making
A link of relation...
The world...
With love and love...
You want link
Do the love...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Closeness
Hello and little smile brings us so close
Reddishness on cheeks and ready for pose
Exchange of promises and trust to repose
All on sound basis and nothing to suppose
Relation mushroom with development of intimacy
It is genuine feeling and doesn’t involve hypocrisy
How best to die for each other is order of the day
Search for genuine relationship in honourable way
It is not limited or confined to gender feeling
Relation is built up purely on honest dealing
What matters more is utmost will and good faith
Slight compromise leads to break up or death
It is unbearable pain when comes separation
It doesn’t matter or count what the duration (was)
Life doesn’t end with break up, failure or sordid affair
It has happy ending with means always fair
If you have resolve to sail in rough weather
Adding sweetness and glory to your feather
Nobody can storm or vitiate the relation
Life is full of joy with happiness and sensation
To cast doubt means end of cordiality
Halt in warmth relation and start of hostility
Hurling of abuses and accusing to each other
May sour the relation with more to bother
Closeness may add to strengthening the bond
New intimate relation and better relation fond
Better understanding to over come and excel in field
Complement to each other not to course or yield
Lovely life is reflected in every mode or corner
Flame is coming out clean and bright from burner
What actually you need is sincere cleansing
Presentation of real show without any mincing
Not hollowness in action but holistic approach
Swing in action without any help from coach
May ultimately lead to and bring happiness
Intimacy is after all………………………..
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Father Spoke in Code
Father spoke in code
Mother understood.
She would cry
once he went to bed.
I never understood the code.
My sister didn't either.
As we got older, we quit
asking Mother what he said.
A feral cat claimed our yard.
It would leap the fence
when anyone appeared.
Except, of course, Father.
When he came out to walk
around the garden after supper,
the cat would sit straight up,
then rub against his leg
and look at him as if it understood
what others never could.
My sister used to say
the two of us were proof
Father and Mother
got together twice.
I told her I wasn't so certain.
I looked a lot like Mr. Brompton,
the next-door neighbor.
He used to buy us sugar cones
from the ice cream truck.
My sister, by the way, didn't look
like anyone in the family either,
but that was 40 years ago
when I last saw her.
I went away to college
and she got married.
We were never close after that.
Not even Christmas cards.
Forty years is a long time.
Now, we plan to get together
for a weekend this summer
before one of us dies.
I suggested we wait
till one of us is terminal.
What's the rush, I said.
But my wife told her
I was only kidding,
that we'll be coming
and not to make a fuss.
Burgers and hot dogs
will do just fine.
I know what Sis and I
will talk about that weekend,
the two people we'll always
have in common, no matter
how many years and miles
may lie between us.
Father and Mother have been
dead for decades now
but they're still alive in us.
I talk in code, my wife says,
and my sister cries a lot,
now that her husband's dead.
The one thing I want to know
is if my sister knows
what happened to the cat.
It knew the code,
may have had some answers.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Glory In You
I want glory
Even for one day a story
Where I can feel no sorry
Free bird and no worry
It is dream
Truly If that can come
I shall with open arm welcome
Feel on top of world at home
Not that all can happen
I shall not think even
She is for all the smile
I must assume her for while
She is hard black stone
Precious and rare anybody might have seen
I shall cherish and adore
May I have your hand therefore?
Real gem and kind human being
Dreamt for life by a ordinary king
Yes she can be an ideal
For a moment to be felt real
She is not all that easy
In real life very busy
You can paint picture very rosy
But of course she is choosey
It is said 'morning wishes are met'
By almighty without caring for fate
I think I am not at all late
I wish her to know what all I state
It can be friendly conversation
But certainly for building relation
Relation that can be solid in days to come
Happy moments to enjoy and welcome
No one does it without reason
If some one is very nice person
What even if you don't meet her again
It won't be with any remorse or complain
I feel her at heart
May be this is the only art
Gifted by almighty to all
I shall take it as happy call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Die Cousin And They Are Not There
Today cousin is the day you die
Your wife is in Japan and your kids are out there
In the care of your mother
Your sister has despised you
Your brother does not bother anymore
Now that you are nobody, with no money
With nothing to make you look like
A gentleman
Everyone has deserted you cousin
What have you done?
When once you were alive
When once you can offer them everything
Your kids their education
Your wife a house, a car
Your sister and brother your money and attention
You were so important then
Times have changed
You are down and fettered
In alcohol you drown yourself to forget
Finally what you wished has been granted
Death, you wish for death
Goodbye cousin, the stories are always long
There is no time to tell
There is no use to reveal
The great heart you still have
The generosity that was
The love that you have that was always greater
Than they all keep for themselves
I know,
Your final rest and your silence
You shall now make the final justification
To the Great Lord, the Ultimate Reason
Why you never build a home?
You, on this lonely tomb
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A nudge to marry
I won’t simply marry
As you have failed to carry
You failed to make me merry
You were impossible and funny
You were feeling sorry
It was not matter for worry
I was ready and well prepared
You did not understand me and compared
“Please stop it for God’s sake”
Life is not like sweet cake
You just be serious and be awake
You don’t realize what is at stake”
It sent me nervous shock
My mouth remained dry and blocked
Thick smoke emerged and rose again
I was not in position to regain
She was furious as if river in spate
I had no proper words to state
It is easy to control the irate mob
But not sensible ladies who always sob
“I loved you so much and longed
You never came up to expectations and wronged
How was I expected to go with you long way?
When you had no definite idea or simple way? ”
I can read your words and lines
In no way our relation undermine
I am in no hurry till you decide
I must reveal all and closely confide
You may have your apprehensions and misgivings
Still we had all gestures of fine loving
I was sure of my self and made good moving
I knew there is none for me so lovely and caring
You may come and knock the door one day
I will wait for that fine moments to have say
Moon may feel shy to throw the silver ray
I will not care for anybody or attention pay
I feel like rushing towards her
She may refuse but not surrender
She had no worry for cloud’s thunder
She was weary of my committing blinder
Will she be willingly coming to terms?
Was her mind was infested with doubtful germs?
What should be done to win her over?
I have no ready made ground or fine cover
She can’t say no to our relation
Any deviation is out of question
I am for her and she is for me forever
There may be some temporary setbacks however
Prove to the world that this is holy message
There may be long duration with smooth passage
I have none to offer as mark of respect
I shall remain faithful and try to introspect
I find no reason now for her saying “no”
She may find difficult to use the word “go”
It may coincide with happiest moments
Time may come when there may be some movement
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stream of Gaiety Vavroovahana Patra
Wife’s sweet conversation is an ocean of merriement;
Is a brook of enchantment.
In despair husband is happy with her consolation;
Kisses, congratulates, frees tension.
Husband derives profound peace with embracement;
She is tranquil as the distant firmament.
Her innocence allures day and night;
She is an ever flowing rivulet of delight.
Wife is a Heavenly Beauty;
In solitude provides delight.
Is the Queen of the night;
The kiss is a stream of gaiety.
Wife plays with passion;
Is the creator of creation.
Is a good advisor;
Is the sweet lovely mother.
Wife’s vermillion is the symbol of chastity;
In husband’s eyes she is a Deith.
On Earth she is a peerless Beauty;
In husbands lap lives with delight.
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Music Band
Music band still plays and hold good as part of procession
Everybody prefer their presence in the opening up of session
They are still good at playing old music with famous tunes
It is general belief that good beginning brings the fortune
I heard from distance lovely music of band
May be they were the people dancing in marriage of friend
It approached the street blaring tunes from the far end
Wife was near and caught me mildly with the hold of hand
We both were happy and slipped in to old memory
it was cause of great concern at that time and matter of worry
I had happily consented and agreed to marry
Promised all the way to adhere to the responsibility and carry
The days Passed off easily like water flow
So peaceful, calm and quiet with maturity to grow
No worry, tension but ready to accept natural blow
Growth was fast but I kept pace little slow
She had never become so emotional
Held my hand with grip and intentional
She wanted to say thanks with little sparkle
Her grace was unique and very remarkable
Do you have anything specific in mind?
Do you want me something to find?
“No” came an answer from her with little tears
Separation at any time was cause of worry with fears
why are you thinking on those irrelevant matter?
Are you not well and feeling better? I asked
“I think but on different lines” was her answer
I have no clue but to offer suggestions fewer
What if, you and I are separated never?
Do you think it can happen in our life ever?
How one can or may get along in world?
Relation with all may freeze and get cold
This sudden Volvo from her sent shiver in spine
First time I felt it may prove true and she was not going to be mine
Was her indication real for sudden departure?
Was the fear for future was unwarranted and immature?
I failed to catch nerves and grasp her real intention
never before she has made any such mention
this proved as something new and bolt from the blue
I wondered and tried to know but found no clue
It gifted me many sleepless nights
was she correct in her own way and right?
I wondered but soon felt warmth in her hand
Music was dying away with passing of band
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Sisters
A sister is someone who leads you when you are having a problem.
A sister makes you laugh and cry.
A sister is someone who likes to fight with you.
A sister is the one who stands with you in all your ups and downs.
A sister makes you remember who you really are.
A sister sometimes makes you cry when they are very sad.
A sister is someone who is always there for you through all the laughter and tears.
A sister is real.
A sister never will pretend.
A sister is someone like you whom I treasure everyday in my heart.
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Married Men
(bugatti - musker)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Bonnie recorded this song in 1979 for the film the world is full of married men. the lyrics are taken from the japanese single.
The world is full of married men
With wives who never understand
Theyre looking for someone to share
The excitement of a love affair
Just as soon as they find you
They wine you and dine you
You fly on the wings of romance
But in the eyes of the world
Youre just another crazy girl
Who loves a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
Oh yeah you make him feel so young
But his wife will still be number one
He promises to marry you
Just as soon as his divorce
Comes through
And its not just a fling
He swears its the real thing
A love that could last till the end
As hes driving away
You know its true what they say
About married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Oh hell run when the scandal
Gets too hot to handle
Hell say I just want to be friends
They hell walk out of your life
Hell go home to his wife
cause hes a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Hell walk out of your life
And go home to his wife
A married man
Dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men....repeat and fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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A real taste
No one should share blame
Even if it goes into flames
Love at first sight is God’s gift
I may end later in scuffle and rifts
It may not happen with all
It has nothing to do with fall
You are destined to scale a wall
Consider it challenge or call
You are not in devastation
It is completely out of question
It has direct bearing with some relation
It is in purest form with some indication
It is usual to stay but unusual to part
There is slight deviation even if try to be smart
You can make it holy or unholy
Some one has to share the burden wholly
You may suddenly face the dark
The relation may definitely witness some spark
There has to be some beginning or start
I is better to remain together than to part
Facilitate the break up and you are at loss
In your home you are definitely a boss
Love needs proper nurturing and attention
Any bitterness need not find any mention
It may not find the favor
Though the reason may be minor
We are meant to drive ship
That is taste of the real friendship
You may look calm and quiet
Don’t allow others or let
Sentiments must remain within closed wall
It may certainly avoid the down fall
You are not running away from the scene
Your rift and unreasonableness may clearly be seen
One of you may definitely be keen
You must remain as close as had been
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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