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Presidential Honeymoon

(The First 100 Days)

While the honeymoon
Is still going on,
And in the late afternoon,
The whole world is looking at
Every detail like an inquisitive moon,
Like an aggressive and ferocious big cat,
All need to be patient, all need to understand,
All must cooperate, all must comprehend
That you have a very difficult job;
At times, you’ll have to make tough and ranching decisions,
You will undoubtedly be mobbed
By a vociferous press and you’ll be watched by many nations
Seeking for solutions that they cannot provide to their own people.
At a glance, the air changes from clear to blue and from blue to purple.
Your responsibilities are enormous,
And every one is looking for quick and easy solutions.
The universe knows that you are bright, generous,
Dedicated, and you are capable of solving hieroglyphic equations,
However, unforeseen events can occur at the wrong time,
Where there is no quick and easy answer to inevitable crisis.
At the dawn of this crossroad, we need to pray for you all the time,
We need to faithfully believe in your genius.
Belligerent dictators are going to start war,
Devious militants are going to format terroristic acts,
So forth and so on, you must always be at par,
To deal effectively with countless inconceivable mishaps.
Oh! May God bless you and hoping that even the doubters we’d trust you,
Understand your natural common sense, and admire your courage,
“Cause the challenge is daunting and every page
Will be turned with the utmost care. Loving you
Is not going to be enough, the road ahead is treacherous,
The task is overwhelming; we hope that you’ll remain magnanimous,
While the honeymoon
Is going on
And even after the sun
Burns the angels of the afternoon.

Copyright © April 2009 Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
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The Facts of Life

I have been hired
I have been fired
I have been rehired
I have been refired
I have been discriminated against
And I have learned a lot since
I have been loved
And shoved
Off the skate board
Thanks God, My Lord
Has been with me all along
That’s why I love to sing His song.

I have been wrong
And I have been right
Stay tight
I cannot be played like a ping pong
Ball
You have the gall
And I have the guts
To tell you that under my huts
I will not be defeated
I will fight until death
I am not conceded
‘Cause I have a lot of faith
Things will get better
And our world will be safer.

Keep on firing
Keep on humiliating
Lying, abusing
And discriminating
Your turn to be fired
Is just around the corner
You’ll be tired
Old and weaker
You’ll be fired from the face of the earth
You’ll have to leave everything behind
Your new rebirth
Will blow off your mind
You’ll know the true meaning of fired
And rehired.

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To My Brother Who Looks Different Than Me

The first time, we met; you treated me,
Like a sibling, like a brother.
It was friendship; it was love at first sight;
In a very short time, you became my faithful mentor,
The good shepherd despite your prestigious might.

You do not discriminate against anybody;
You are the man that I yearn to emulate:
The consummate professional, the prelate,
Who fights the right battle, and who, eventually,
Won justice for your sanity and for others.

When we worked together, you were not perfect,
However, I could rely in you and trusted your ways;
You had a way of dealing with the imperfect
World, you had a way to warn me of the dangers.

A man can love another man for his good character,
For good morale, and unblemished behaviors.
Even now, you are still a brother, not an actor;
You remain frank and truthful with me all the time.

My brother, you were the perfect employer,
You stood by me in good time and in bad time.
When things got tough with the impostors,
I stood by you, because I knew that you were innocent;
Because I knew that you had strong work ethics
.
God has a way of protecting people, who are decent;
Family men like you and me,
Quality men like you and me.
Even though that we look very different
From each other;
You will forever
Remain my beloved brother.
I thank you for your understanding,
You are my star; I thank you for everything.

Copyright © February 2009 Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
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Only See Colored People

This can be extremely controversial,
Educational, and inspirational.
This can be hard for a lot of you
To swallow.

This is absolutely colorful,
Revolutionary, and masterful.
This is about what’s real and true;
This is about the rainbow.

I have seen Caucasians
Never white people.
I have seen Asians
Never yellow people.
I have seen Indians
Never red people.
I have seen Indians
Never brown people.
I have seen Africans
Never black people
I have seen Americans
Never purple people.
This is very fascinating;
Most of us fall somewhere, on the darn chart,
While others act dumb and ignorant, not smart
To realize that the string,
The blood, the organs, which link us together,
Are more important than the false beliefs
Or creeds, which we have espoused at the dawn of all myths.
We are worse than imagined and can be better,
If we honestly look in the mirror,
And ask many pertinent questions about ourselves:
Who are we? Where are we stored on the shelves?
Are we part of the joy or part of the terror? …

I ponder
And wonder.
I imagine and I guess.

I only see colored guests
On the planet
And colored fish in the net.
This is real and true,
Nevertheless the rainbow is about you,
And me; and all of us
Thrown naked on the cross.

Copyright© September 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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“Sparkles of Love” and “Etincelles de l’Amour”
“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”
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Now, We Have Our President

The man inside the beast
Is our beloved President.
Yes, it is our President,
He is a man of Peace,
Decency, competence,
Courage and sheer intelligence.
Now, it is going to be easier
To digest the nocturnal events:
The news, the commentaries and the comics.
Not all of us are criminals and lunatics.
We have somebody with bright ideas
Who’s making smart decisions for our country.
Now, we have our President,
The mental humiliation, the constant
Discrimination should diminish.
The big fish
Who’s accustomed to rant
And roamed the streets will have to pay rent.
Now, it is going to be easier
To digest the nocturnal events,
The news, the commentaries and the comics.
We will prosecute the raucous caciques
Lawfully and put them at ease,
Where they can learn to respect the family.
Now, we have our President,
We are going to gather every body
Under the welcoming tent,
Where the color of our body
Will not matter,
Where the content of our character
Is the only required criterion.
Oh! Brother Martin,
And our ancestors must be happy,
Where they are resting solemnly.

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Tiger, My Brother…

Tiger
My brother
Come out to play
Come out in May
To play
Come out of the woods
To play with the Dudes
We all understand that the cheerleaders
Are attractive, sexy and bootylicious
We all understand that they have the powers
The tricks, the seducing and dangerous
Weapons of mass destruction to destroy men
You are not alone, you are human
Man like you and I are fallible
All men are sinkable
No matter how great that we think we can swim
This mess is about you, him
And I, and all of us
Nowadays, it is impossible to trust
Anybody. The others are after one thing…
You know what I mean
You know where we have been
They are all after something
They all love dirt, trash
They all want to flash, smash,
Crash, bash your reputation
Amidst this confusion
I understand that it is natural to hide
However, after awhile, my brother; wind, tides
And waves will calm down
And the uproars will slow down
When you regain pride
Composures and strength. Right now lies
Truths and hypocrisies
Are intertwined.

After the Hula twitters dined
It would be safer to come out to play
Tiger
My brother
Today
Is another day
You should come out
To shed light and spray water on the drought.
The paparazzi and the media will cry: hurrah, hurrah
After the friendly chat with Oprah
Don’t be afraid to come out of the woods
The brothers and sisters from the hoods
Already forgave you
They understand and support you
You should come out to play
Today is another day
Tiger
My brother
You should come out to play.

Copyright© December 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”

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Tear Down The Walls

Tear Down the Walls

That was a powerful statement
Made by a serious President.
These words changed the continents
And the whole world.
Those words made a lot of sense
To the young and the old.
That was back then,
Why now, more walls are being erected?
I guess, we, humans,
Never learned from our shortsighted
Experience due to selfishness,
Greed, hypocrisy, and weakness.
There is always a humane way
To encircle the heavens with your concrete walls
And your venomously man-made bay.
No matter how tall
Is your fence, you cannot stop the air
From traveling and twirling in the atmosphere.
You cannot stop the waves from caressing the shore.
You cannot stop the volcanoes from burning the floor.
All walls will come down one day.
All chiefs will return penniless to the alley
Of death, where vitam aeternam is a laughing matter;
When Mom speaks, you better listen to Mother.
Brother against brother, sister against sister,
Nation against nation, the universe belongs to my brother,
To my sister and to all of us; it does not matter
Where you were born;
The sound of the horn
Will disintegrate your soul when the time comes.

Tear down the walls and plant colorful mums.

P.S. Happy 20th. Anniversary Germany

Copyright© July 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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The Lonesome Traveler

The Lonesome Traveler
(Dedicated to a very good friend)

The weather was foggy and the sky in tears
You, snoozing in your crib, as though, all were perfect.
Clean shaved and yet well dressed; in your isolated heart,
You were ready to pass through the clouds in peace.

For the past years, you felt highly submissive,
And one of these days, you'd have no choice but to reach heaven.
Oh! It is sad to take off alone.
Oh! It is strange that all will forget you, once they leave.

Living, you loved flowers, women, and bust;
I wonder how you're going to deal with new realities,
Because in a few, you'll become dust
That can nourish the air, the flowers and the bees.

The weather was gray and misty this autumnal day,
It was sad to witness your sentence at the sepulture;
At once, you were well wrapped up by Mother Nature.
In this morbid and monotonous universe, you went astray…

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Protect Our Children

We want Peace
For our children in the Middle East
From Israel to Lebanon
From Congo to Gabon
From the West to the East
We want Peace
Not stupid wars
Not obnoxious outlaws
Big guns can only kill
Big tanks can only distill
Pain, misery and death
We want Peace on Earth
We want Peace everywhere
We abhor injustice and terror
We want Peace in the North
We want Peace in the South
Our innocent children are being killed
Our fellow human beings are being killed
It is a big deal, it a sick and sad thing
We don’t want to hear bang, bang
We want to hear people laugh
Not cry, not suffer and swimming in a blood bath
We want friends to be happy and elated
Not being tortured and executed
We want Peace
For our children in the Middle East
We want Peace in the North
We want Peace in the South
There is one God, there is one Love
Let’s protect our children and each other
There is one God, there is one Love
Let’s pray for Peace and let's love each other
We want Peace and Love for every one
From Israel to Lebanon
We want absolute Protection for children
We want Hope for our fellow men and women.

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Never Give Up

Failing is hurtful,
Falling is painful,
But getting up or climbing back up,
To the mountains, is wonderful.
Nothing can top
It.
Nothing can stop
You. You’re defying gravity.
You’re it.
Not only that you control the valleys,
You’re also in charge of your days
And nights. You’re heading to the very top,
You’re climbing the mounts in full force.
You’re as powerful as a Trojan horse.
Don’t give up, don’t despair.
Nothing has changed, life is still beautiful.
Love yourself and Mother Nature. Be fair.
Think positive, everything will be wonderful.
You possess more than you can imagine,
Forget about debts, trash the bad engine,
Stay natural, be courteous and strong.
Stay in control of your inner feelings.
You can never, never be wrong.
You can always get new strings.
Failing is hurtful,
Falling is painful,
Raise your head and nourish your soul,
You will race up to the top in full
Force soon, where it is wonderful.
Nobody can stop
You,
Nothing can stop
You.
Failing is not an option,
Falling is a bad motion.
Never give up,
Never give up.

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To a Friend

I sighed:
He died.
He had a million dollar job,
I sobbed.
He had tenure.
He had good pasture.
Oh! my God.
Oh! Great God.
He died.
He was a good man,
A special person
That you can
Easily be a great fan
Of.
He showed a lot of love
When you talked to this
Son
Of a gun.
He was a fun
Guy. You could talk
And walk with him
After the A.C. Convention.
I always had a special vision
Of him.
Because he was different,
He was a great family man.

Good health
Is more important
Than great wealth.
Money is there to be spent
And money cannot buy heaven
And the eternal life.
He had a great wife.
A great job,
I sobbed.
I sighed,
He died
Abruptly,
Suddenly
Without saying good bye.
He had everything,
Except one thing:
Eternity.
This is a pity!
He left eveything behind.
He was a man of a great mind,
He left with that too.
He was among a few
Good gentlemen left on this planet,
He disappeared in the sunset.
The world will forever miss this good man.
He was not a good friend,
Nevertheless, he was a friend,
A brother and a gentleman.

Copyright 2008 Hebert Logerie
Author of the poetry book 'Sparkles of Love' and Etincelles de l'Amour
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Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died

Life is unfair
To those who dare
Life is cruel
To those who sit idle.

Black people die
White people die
Multiracial people die
Rich people die
Poor people die
Children cry
Adults sigh
With remorse
In front of the corpse.

The dancer, the mega-star can no longer fly,
The floor can no longer remain dry.
The mournful river has inundated the stage;
This is the final curtain, the last page
Of a sad story of Cinderella,
Who drowned after falling in a deep coma.

Beautiful people die
Eccentric people die
Brown people die
Famous people die
No-name people die
And that's no lie.

The king died
The queen cried
All night long
Like a splenetic song
The whole world mourned
We are daily warned and scorned
By death
The thief who has the nerves to attack: the deaf
The sick, the young and the old
The exotic, the odd and the bold.

At 50, he died young,
Without playing the last song.
Death and life are unfair,
And farewell is never fair.
Michael will be missed,
May he rest in peace!

Copyright © July 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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You Are a Leader

You are a leader
Not a follower.
A date is a date,
Go for the debate.
Whatever happened
To their financial revolution?
I thought that they could find solution
To the country who is saddened
And scared at their “laissez-faire” mentality:
No common sense regulations for the economy.
What happened to Rush and Hannity?
Let them swim in ignominy.

You go to Washington
Not as an Uncle Tom,
But as a real leader,
A great debater,
A man with extraordinary common sense,
And a patriot who will accept no cents
From corrupted lobbyists.
You and your team can remove the country
From this egregious economic abyss;
For too long, they have been lying and messy.
This is tough time, the nation
Expects you to lead intelligently with passion,
Not with voodoo economic theories.
You are expected to cut down the bad trees,
So we can start clean, fresh and anew.
You are chosen among the few
In this critical juncture to be a leader,
NOT A BUSINESS AS USUAL FOLLOWER.
They put the nation in pain,
They put the world in a bin;
You are expected to get us out of this elephant’s mess.
You are brilliant; you are going to do your very best.
You are a leader
Not a follower.
A date is a date,
Go for the debate.

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Obama, you have a big family

More than 18 million proud Americans
Voted for you.
Billions of your fellow men and women
Listened to your acceptance speech
And watched you
Tonight.
Obama, you have a big family.
You are writing and re-writing history.
Hillary and Bill Clinton unleashed
A barrage of truths about our current plight.
Biden, Dean, Kerry and others let the dog out
And all eligible voters shout:
“Obama, you have a big family”.
Senator McCain is a good man;
Being a good soldier and decent;
He should remain in the Senate’s den
To help you govern and command
This great country. He is a good combatant;
He is going to understand.
Obama, you have a big family.
The whole American family is behind you,
Some members just love secrecy.
You know how it is; nevertheless many love you.
Obama, you have a big family.
“The dream shall never die”, said once, Ted.Kennedy.
Bama, the entire world is your family.
King’s dream is alive, that’s the American dream.
We are strong and united. You are like a beam
Of hope for a better tomorrow.
With your vigor and energy, there is no sorrow.
Obama, you have a big family
Millions are waiting to vote again,
Millions are dreaming
Of you winning, winning
The AMERICAN PRESIDENCY.
Obama, you have a big family
You are already an indisputable winner,
You are already a great leader.
No matter what November will bring,
You will remain a sibling.
May God bless America,
May God bless you and the whole family.
You are not the panacea,
You are the head of the family.
Obama, you have a big family.

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The Unabashed Poet

I stand before you to defy death
Remove the smirks
The ants and the bees
Off your face
Remove the grimaces
And chase the annoying smurfs.

I am neither a fool
Nor a tool
Of this sick society
Which is drowning in the sea
Of hypocrisy.

I want to defy death
I want to see the other side
Of the mountainside
And subsequently return to earth
To dictate countless stories
Like in the movies
Where the plots are perfect
And the special effects are incredibly surreal
I want to comeback to erect
Statues and to make a big deal
Out of this uneventful experience
I want to comeback to make sense
Out of everything:
Life and death; love and hate
I want to comeback to talk about nothing
About us, you, me and my fate.

Sometimes facial expressions
Are more understood than verbal descriptions.

I stand before you to challenge your intellect
Believe me my friends; no one is perfect.

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Our Love for Haiti…

Our love for Haiti
Remains steadfastly unconditional.
Our love for this beloved country
Remains obviously emotional.

For a quarter of a century,
The others did not do too much,
For this yesteryear paradise island.

For more than a dozen years,
The incompetent and spurious leaders,
The opponents and the exiled ones
Also ruled this precious piece of land.

So far, no significant improvement…
Corruption, theft, poverty,
Kidnappings, death, mismanagement
Lies, excuses and misery …

This is not the hell that our forefathers died for…
I can tell you more, I can prove you more.
God Almighty, there is a constant and eternal search
For real leadership, unlike the bad ones
That we have had unfortunately over the last centuries.

We are tired of seeing Haiti among the poorest countries.

Our love for Haiti
Is sadly emotional.
Our love for this poverty stricken country
Remains simply unconditional.

Copyright© January 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of two new poetry books: “Monts et Vallées de l’Amour’ (in French) and ‘Mounts and Valleys of Love” (in English) .
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Mets les Clés Sous le Tapis

J’apparaîtrai au premier sifflet de l’Angélus
Quand les arbres ne verront plus leurs ombres
Quand l’enfant au berceau ne sentira pas mon musc
Quand l’air sera doux et le temps quasiment sombre.

Je bondirai sur le gazon comme un lapin enfin libéré
J’arroserai les dentelles roses de ta chemise en lin
Je t’enverrai bien loin dans le ciel, bien loin
Sous une autre atmosphère bien méritée.

Je deviendrai le fantôme de l’ancien acteur
L’ombre qui te rafraîchira de la tête aux pieds
J’apparaîtrai quand la terre abandonnera la clarté

Du Soleil. Je passerai toute la nuit sous ta chaleur
Dans un paradis que seuls les amoureux peuvent imaginer
Et à la tombée de l’aurore, je retournerai dans la clandestinité.

Copyright© Août 2010, Hébert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
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‘Etincelles de l’Amour’, ‘Monts et Vallées de l’Amour’,
‘Sparkles of Love’ and ‘Mounts and Valleys of Love’
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Senseless Killing

I saw your sons and daughters today at church;
They were carrying the holy wine, the holy bread,
The chalice, the cross and your sins.

They were not too happy, you killed their mother,
For nonsense, because of your ignorance.
Killing is never acceptable, violence
Should be denounced and rejected.

The children were beautiful at church
Without you, the fool who killed senselessly,
Brainlessly; the zombie which should have remained
Dead in the dungeon of Frankenstein.

May you rot in your deservedly filthy cell;
Your first class seat is reserved in hell;
May your blood burn without fire.
And may your eyes remain wide open, during your entire
Residency in the morbid house of Dr. Halloween Stein.

Copyright © August 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of:
“Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “ Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”
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poem by Hebert Logerie
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What a Sad Tuesday Afternoon - January 12,2010…

The Haitian tom-tom, the Compas will remain sad
For a long time
And the people, our people will remain mad
For some time
The seismic river of death
The painful tears have shredded
The fibers of the poor hearts embedded
Buried alive where few are left
Scrambling at the cataclysmic trial.

Dial 911, no response
Call, call, no dial, no dial
Tone, no rescuers, no dance
No dancing tonight
That’s right
All of the dancers
Are dead
The musicians are dead
And the executioners
Are dead too
Grown-ups are perished, children are lost
In the ditches, babies are engulfed in toxic dust
It is unusual to
Fathom the unimaginable
Half a minute, to think of the incredible
Force of Nature, to live in hell on earth
And to predict the impossible
The Olympian sleeping on the turf
Is dead, dead
This is miserable.

Dust, smoke, fire
Everywhere; the Empire
Is no more. Gold is worthless
Money is senseless
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
No street peddlers
No beggars, no drivers
No merchants
No, no cats and no dogs parading
The corners; total silence
In downtown Port-au-Prince
Nobody to sing
Nobody to hum Ave Maria
The bankers failed to call today
Today is only the second Tuesday
Of a brand new year; Caramba
Tonnerre! Anmwe, God d…
I am not going to say it
I should have gone to Cape Cod
I cannot stand, I can’t say it
I am suffering internally
I am dying slowly
With my brothers
And sisters.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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Tribute to Aimé Césaire

One must be really like you from the native country to comprehend,
One must be truly like me from the tropical country to understand,
And to feel at this very moment the stinging lashes
Unjustly burning the flesh of our ancestors to ashes.

One must be in our skin; one must have our blood,
And have walked under the hot sun of bad weathers
To understand the long moaning of our soul,
The suffering of our people and the miseries of our ladies.

In my heart, you remain, ad vitam aeternam, one of the fathers of negritude,
Which has inspired your children scattered all over
The world. Today, you're gone and I'm sad. I still feel the iron collar

Of slavery smothering, strangling, and suffocating me,
And the kicks of the iron boots of this sad and inhumane history.
Brave Poet! Many thanks! May God welcome you in His Beatitude!

Hébert Logerie is the author of 'Mounts And Valleys of Love'

poem by Hebert Logerie
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My People Have Suffered …

My people have suffered
Before dawn and throughout the thickness of the night.
My people have been conquered
And kidnapped by innuendoes and by fright.

My people have been exploited
Under the bright light of the moon.
My people have been humiliated
Under the hellish glare of the sun.

Who are my people? They are the rejected ones
Of this society: the physically weak siblings,
Who don’t enjoy winters and springs;
The sad ones who are always under the guns.

My people will truly wake up one day,
Under the gleeful eyes of darkness.
My people will indeed rise up one day.
My people will plant the seeds of fairness.

My people will spray the aroma of love
Everywhere.
My people will spread its wings like the dove
Flying in fresh air.

My people are beautiful inside and out.
My people are patient like the hypnotized tiger.
The struggle has not been easy, the last bout
Will be ferocious in front of Mother Nature.

My people are steadfast, they will never lose.
Strong and humiliated underdogs always win;
They always beat the odds and the fools.
True champions are always compassionate under the sun.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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