Slick Crooks and Pampered Thieves
Hey...
You are not the lone ranger.
Being bamboozled and hoodwinked,
Has become as passé...
As long as concepts of dishonesty,
Has been effectively in place.
Today...
It is an honor to be discovered,
As one who deceives.
Those folks end up to write books.
Bestsellers turned into blockbuster movies.
Con artists now teach others,
How to wholesomely steal.
And how to perfect an innocent look...
To gain an empathy that is felt.
And maintain a life for them that's real.
So do not believe,
These people are without integrity.
It is just not the kind,
You wish to see publicly observed.
Those standards you keep,
Are more delusional today.
Folks have been trained to be slick crooks,
And pampered thieves.
And in this society...
There is no other way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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UFObia
The same folks who do not believe
Life can exist on other planets
In this vast universe
Are the same folks who accept
Making regular visitations
To prisons and jails to view relatives
Caged like animals
At taxpayer expense
While real crooks and thieves
Deceive their consciousness
On a daily basis
For free
And they don't even see them either
Although their acceptance is allowed
Costing them their quality of life
Which has been invaded and degraded
With far less attention given
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Social Ailments
What mistakes have been made,
When someone does something intentionally.
When the life of another,
Is deliberately altered...
By planted misdeeds.
And when culprits are caught,
Claims of declared mistakes are made.
When folks like these should be flogged.
And publicly degraded.
What else has successfully worked?
Besides folks given a mandate,
To go totally beserk!
So many social ailments would cease to exist!
And millions sitting in democratic prisons,
Would absorb less of the overburdened taxpayers' money!
Proclaimed as being in their best interests...
To legitimize theft.
And thieves write best selling books,
Detailing the benefits of their crooked accomplishments!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
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Tootin' Or a Hootin
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with others,
You know He's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
Communities everywhere are falling apart.
People looking for police...
And others to help them stop
Their nonsense blindly rise
As they watch with eyes as this increases to the sky!
No one gives a 'tootin hoot or holla' about their lives!
All they want are hand outs!
And someone to point out to criticize!
But...
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know God's there!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And treat other folks like you don't care!
These people ain't 'real...
To claim God in their hearts!
It ain't a thing they feel.
If they did...
Everything done,
Would have more appeal!
These folks ain't real...
To feel God in their hearts!
IF they did with truth faith...
They wouldn't be a 'tootin or a hootin 'bout
A crumbling world...
That's falling all a part!
These folks ain't real...
With a feeling of God in their hearts!
That's why no satisfaction ever comes,
And the weeping for them starts!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And pretend with everyone,
You know He's there!
You got to get up and get 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
Then treat other people like you don't care!
These people claim without no shame...
They know He's everywhere!
They call themselves names of faith.
Especially after church service,
Chirping and tasting sold homemade
Baked cakes.
They leave this place
With gossip on their tongues...
Trying to convince themselves,
And anyone else...
With a few scriptures known,
They are the 'chosen ones'
God has condoned!
You gotta be 'real'
To know God in your heart!
You can't steal Him through prayer...
And assume He's always there for you,
While you do what you dare!
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Touched In Their Private and Sacred Places
There has to be something somewhere pleasant,
Besides the deluge today of unpleasant news.
Someone somewhere with a smile shown bright,
Has to find life more than existing just to gripe.
Too much emphasis is placed on acknowledging fear.
Folks are hired today to grope in demeaning ways,
Those who travel and aboard airplanes...
Who may conceal unrevealed weapons,
In areas that are not normally displayed.
Upset are the people who have asked to feel safe.
And when measures are taken to fulfill their wishes,
People feel intruded upon and victimized,
When touched in their private and sacred places.
Paranoia is becoming as fashionable as accusations thrown,
As to 'who' and 'whom' depicts characteristics of a terrorist.
When no one bothered to search the pockets,
Of the many thieves and crooks who deceive...
Masquerading to live wholesome lives and getting away with it.
Millions of dollars are wasted daily,
To support the protection of interests.
But what is in conflict are the missing funds,
No one sees when it leaves the banks...
To go overseas to dismiss an accountability of disappearing fees.
When innocent people are picked to profile,
While a coverup continues behind the scenes...
As attention is diverted,
From the reality of what all this means.
A trust that once had a purpose,
Seems today a curse that is thirsted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up Close and Vivid
There was a time,
I loved agitating.
Just to see different expressions,
Shown on people's faces.
Coming close,
To aggravation.
I knew my limitations.
I had gone to school to learn body language.
Interpersonal Communication.
And studying 'where' folks' feelings were.
You know...
Probing from afar.
Seeking to discover...
With just observation.
Who was disturbed...?
Who was emotionally disconnected,
And unnnerved.
And just 'who' was crazed?
Living on the edge...
Seeking to escape the maze of life.
Only to discover my own paranoia!
Today,
Few people are trying to hide their disgust!
Some are outright enraged.
With attempts to masquerade an outrage...
Many caring less,
If that it is shown on display!
And I am not quick to agitate...
For experimental purposes.
Not today!
Too many folks have venom in their eyes.
And I've learned to do what I've been trained to do,
From my early days of schooling.
I either wear my sunshades.
Or talk to myself!
Choosing to fit right in!
But I don't have to take notes today...
Too much of this 'stuff' is up close and vivid!
And I rehearse ducking...
Just in case a wild punch is thrown,
On its way to pay a personal visit!
These are not the times,
For one to blindly unwind...
To share false pretensions.
Too many folks are easily provoked.
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Sincerely Insincere
People today...
Are so sincerely insincere.
Full with trite expressions
Delivered from a smile,
Slowly lifting from a sneer...
Seconds before an encounter appeared.
People today...
Are quick to say
What they don't mean,
To make it seem
As if what is felt can not be seen...
Or show!
But it does.
And they don't know.
That's why at home alone,
Folks throw dirt.
Where it can hurt the one,
Who has no clue who threw out and 'dished'
What's to come.
To be a part of destruction is fun to some.
Except for those who do not suspect...
The one who grins,
Is the real culprit to regret.
Yet...
People today,
Are so sincerely insincere.
It is hard to address
Through disguises worn...
Just 'who' to tell what time it is,
And 'when' they can go to hell!
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To Produce and Spread the Legitimacy
I've overheard some people to say,
How they have to work two and three jobs
To maintain their quality of life.
? ? ?
Yes,
I've questioned it.
Even as I thought about it, I was in question.
Working two and three jobs to maintain a quality of life?
And those 'bigwigs' on Wall Street,
Entitle themselves to luxuries and bonuses...
Stripping away 'generations' of folks?
Literally!
Forget the figurative!
These folks are high-falutin looters!
Just based on whether or not their company allows it?
Pocketing millions to accomodate their greed?
And they may not be seen in the office...
Or in the buildings where they have committed theft and fraud?
And folks have elected a government to represent their wishes?
These are their wishes?
To be dismissed like this?
Even some plantation owners left the land to the slaves.
To show their appreciation.
Whether that was from guilt or not...
That is yet to be debated.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I ask you this,
Anytime you have to adapt to slavery to maintain a quality of life,
Is that life?
Or bondage?
Harriet Tubman realized that many years ago,
When she was brave enough to smuggle some black people to Toronto.
You've heard of the Underground Railroad?
Not the restaurant.
The movement.
But those today are thrilled...
Ecstatic,
To show that ball and chain around their necks!
And brag about standards and values they condone someone else stealing!
While thumbing their noses and attitudes at others.
And not getting a wink of sleep,
Trying to keep what is being taxed.
And we all know if you stop paying taxes...
Who comes to take back,
What is claimed 'owned'.
This is the democracy we have been taught that is envied around the world?
Perhaps that is why a global economic crisis has been claimed!
There is just not enough people willing to kill themselves for it.
At least not at the expense of someone else's luxurious lifestyle!
But then again...
Even their greed has enforced limitations.
Now those in control are heard moaning about producing more loans.
Increasing credit limits.
To continue feeding a gluttony without cash being exchanged!
Folks it is there in your faces.
This is not made up stuff!
While kids fight to get into college.
Not for knowledge.
Would we be in these dire straits,
If folks were knowledgeable?
there is a greed perceived that is needed.
To keep this addiction thriving!
And costly are the fees for it!
Just as wars keep conflicts...
And fears assigned to terrorists!
All there to produce and spread the legitimacy,
Of this sickness.
It is the progress of a demented society!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heaven's Lyrics
Ever wonder, where is Heaven to-day,
Will Christ's angels come, to teach en inspire,
helpin' thee to do kind things- each en every day,
Will he bring all hope, look like thine folks thee admire
Here at home where God's angels wander- I pray,
Will we do every day what they do there in Heaven
Will he teach things angels do- each day
In song it is wondrous in all it's natural splender,
Quite bright, vibrant, and free from- all sin,
Thee wonder what Heaven's likely- to be
Without deaths and no pain worry nor suf-fer-in'
Will it be brimmin' with Christs presence, en all Holy
[Chorus: ]
I wonder what Heaven's likely- to be
Will we do every day what they do there in Heaven
Will Christ's angels come, to teach an inspire,
Will he bring hope, look like folks we admire
helpin' us to do kind things- each day,
Will my mind an body be also as perfect
The kind of flawlessness I wish it could be
Will we look in Jesus eyes and see clearly cause
[Repeat Chorus]
I'm prayin' it will, be as God intended- For Prayer's eyes
is where Heaven is today- O' thee long for this peace- Truly
For thine eyes see- Heavens way- among glorious surprises,
O'Lord this soul is ready, soon risin' with Holy Angels an Thee.
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Focus Folks
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
Well,
Today it's like this...
Those who believe they have not been at risk,
Are fooling themselves.
They are caught up in it!
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
By now many have witnessed,
The consequences of their thoughtlessness.
The demise of their quality of life!
And the stupidness of their racistness.
What is going on around them,
Are trappings of their delusions.
To seclude them in some ethnic separateness...
That is ending to bring all into a togetherness.
Regardless who likes it.
This is a fact!
Try to hide from it!
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
Well,
Today it's like this...
Those who believe they have not been at risk,
Are fooling themselves.
They are caught up in it!
You gotta focus folks!
What is going on is no joke.
And if you had been the kind,
To provoke others and their peace of mind...
You will find yourself,
Soon,
Out of yours!
You gotta focus folks!
Forgive and forget...
And destroy those hate notes!
Rip them up or burn them quick.
A major adjustment of change exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hardworkers Not Crooks
Hardworkers,
Not crooks.
Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
Maybe perhaps a few of them were thieves.
But none showed me,
An abandonment of greed was fed publicly.
Whatever it took,
To accomplish any deed...
The satisfaction was in the doing.
And not at the expense,
Instilled in my integrity.
Materialism and other 'isms'
Of all kinds.
Was never on my agenda.
Or made to prioritize in my mind.
I needed to keep my identity defined.
And hardworkers not crooks,
Made sure that discovery was not hard for me to find!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Pitiful Can a Pitiful People Get
How pitiful can a pitiful people get?
Not only those subjected to media empathy.
Observed and followed by those in sympathetic guilt.
But also those who deny a people of human rights.
Then fight to come to their aid...
When cameras are in sight!
'And...
ACTION!
Don't distort the getting down with the boogey.
Tears people.
Put those tears in those eyes.
Comeon...
We don't have that kind of a budget.'
'Re-activites' rush to scenes to show their concerns,
For those who have been depicted as historically needy.
Yet...
Those who are and have been pro-active,
Are usually given bureaucratic distance...
From collective elitists who are thieves of democracy.
Especially if it concerns people of color.
But to lay on their exotic beaches to tan is a priority!
Feeding their conservative 'standards' with a liberal dose of lotion.
On any island where they are treated as creatures of goodwill.
How pitiful can a pitiful people get?
Not only those subjected to media empathy.
Observed and followed by those in sympathetic guilt.
But also those who deny a people of human rights.
Then fight to come to their aid...
When cameras are in sight!
And then declare themselves righteous.
Be they Black, White, Mulatto or hues and blends...
From different Oriental shores!
With puffed up chests and resources they've hoarded!
Black folks who are colored,
Are 'religously' ignored.
Until...
There is a crisis to assist and depict,
One's sense of moral giving to those made dependent.
While those sanctimoniously incline split with theft riches!
*How on Earth can you say that?
We are here as missionaries! *
'And...
CUT!
Wonderful, wonderful.
That's a 'take'.
I even believed it!
Prepare for the next scene ladies and gentlemen.
And please,
We need more of a 'haggard' appearance for the upcoming visuals.
No need for fresh tan looks in the shoot!
Be ready in twenty minutes! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are New Days We Live
Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
When one has been revealed to be...
An abuser of truth,
Who tell lies consistently.
Difficult it is,
To use the same tired tactics.
When one has been discovered,
To have been undermining others.
With no shame connected to it!
How can someone like this,
Retrieve a dignity?
Or come face to face...
With those backstabbed and disgraced?
How can anyone replace,
So much time 'wasted'?
Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
When one has been revealed to be...
An abuser of truth,
Who tell lies consistently.
And lives a life that secretly deceives.
There is only one alternative,
Someone like this chooses...
When that 'cat-has-been-pulled-out-of-the-bag'!
Although,
The fact of the act of this is quite sad!
And a running away to hide is done.
To protect one's pride...
In familiarized denial!
That's it.
One puts oneself on trial.
To self inflict their own judgements.
That's it!
To run and hide has become their custom.
Too many people like this,
Can be observed as mentally sick!
And too many people like this...
Have gotten away with it.
In the past.
But these are new days we live!
Revelations like these eventually heal.
With no patience left,
To give time to those who slander and kill...
Minds!
At the expense to fulfill their own 'will'.
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You're Just Jealous
Some satisfy themselves,
On the discomfort of others.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
Someone has been in our lives...
Like one of these.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
And those who point these folks out...
Are treated as if they are the enemies.
Announcing publicly,
There are those in this society...
Walking around infecting,
With these mental diseases.
And those uninformed are usually those conformed.
And those who are not...
Are dropped from invitation lists.
Only those in acceptance...
Can be offered membership.
To do as they please...
With the approval from these sick cliques.
'You're just jealous of us! '
You are right!
And that is why I fight myself...
With an inner conflict,
That keeps me distanced.
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Shifting Images
Remember when mean spirited people,
Told their ethnic jokes.
And those within listening distance,
Would repeat them and laughed...
As they undermined and disrespected,
While poking at those 'other' folks.
And remember those days,
People felt safe to offend others.
As if they were entitled,
To proclaim publicly their druthers.
As some around them quietly endured,
And suffered.
Remember when people were hired to window dress?
To give an impression an acceptance was 'allowed'...
Although uncomfortably addressed.
And remember when it was expected,
Those with their noses turned up in the air...
Would climb on their high horses,
And remain forever there!
Remember when mean spirited people,
Told their ethnic jokes.
And those within listening distance,
Would repeat them and laughed...
As they undermined and disrespected,
While poking at those 'other' folks.
Remember when Roger Miller sang:
'England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles two by two.
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben.
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.'
That song was written in 1965.
The same year I decided to join the military.
It was considered to be a 'country' song then.
Filled with playful and innocent cuteness.
Today?
It just seems like an ironic satire,
With several shifting images.
No one these days,
Seems that inspired to acquire.
Note:
'Thank you, Mister Roger Miller'
Composer/Singer
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wished Upon My Life Today
I wished upon my life today
I wean upon my life today
I bet upon my life today
I borrowed upon my life today
I feasted upon my life today
I fell upon my life today
I paid upon my life today
I plead upon my life today
I frowned upon my life today
I flew upon my life today
I smoked upon my life today
I shitted upon my life today
I pissed upon my life today
I pass upon my life today
I sneezed upon my life today
I sneaked upon my life today
I asked upon my life today
I ate upon my life today
I wept upon my life today
I won upon my life today.
I prayed upon my life today.
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If You Want to Keep Your Peace Secured
I've been in one spot for twenty one years.
Mended from several heartbreaks.
And dried my own tears.
I know I've lost my mind...
At least a few times or more.
And the few people I knew had little to say.
Or bothered to knock on my opened door.
And today! TODAY...I get visitors.
Who claim to be my friends.
But I also know this much too well...
Folks only come around,
When they are near a dead end...
With no money to spend!
So I sat listening to 'them' ask...
'How have you been? '
And when I said I was doing great...
I was given from them big fake grins!
And I offered to them my hand and said...
'I'm so glad ya'll came by!
I need a loaf of bread.'
They quickly got up and left!
And that is how I have managed,
To keep my peace of mind.
Especially in a place...
Like this hometown of mine!
I can't wait for that fresh gossip,
To go around a few times!
And...
If you,
Any of you
Want to keep your peace secured...
Tell folks you ain't got a dime!
That will do it!
Unless...
You just happen to be cooking,
Collard greens with fried chicken wings.
Potato salad and yams,
WITH ice tea?
Unexpectedly?
You 'then' have folks,
You can't get rid of fast enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Required Prerequisite
A call to duty,
Few use refuse.
It once had been an honor to do it.
In those days passed,
When patriotism was a thing to choose.
And everyone felt this,
Without making an excuse.
Today,
Quick escapes...
Is as natural as responsibility betrayed.
And having no accountability comes to surprise...
As many display themselves to be disrespectful.
Without a sign of regret to disgustfully criticize.
As if the act of expressing respect,
Has become a required prerequisite...
Most folks have come to think as weak.
And this, if shown, is today despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crooks
It may be a little harsh,
To label what they do as such.
Perhaps another approach...
Would qualify their activities,
In a reproach that dignifies them
In our eyes.
How about 'lifters' of goodwill?
The term 'thieves' implies
Something done with merriment.
And today these 'misdeeds',
Are much too common!
Immediately an image of urban dwellers
Comes to mind!
You know...
The kind that are struggling to survive?
If we call them 'crooks'...
And dress them in suits and ties,
With briefcases and horn rimmed glasses...
Would that deliver the message quicker?
If they were placed in settings,
At the pinnacles of all that's cherished...
With worshipped ideologies,
AND adorn them with respected credentials.
Then we will feel less guilty,
When it is realized they represent
Our utmost values!
Let's just call them 'crooks'...?
And redefine our standards!
Only then,
Will all of our pretentiousness...
Come to an end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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