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The-Woe-Is-Me-Syndrome

I can relate to being deeply depressed.
Emotionally drained,
And mentally stressed.
I can relate to those who drink and smoke pot.
Walking somewhere and remembering I had driven,
And forgot.
And then couldn't find the car I parked...
Or remember its color!
I have been there!

But 'the-woe-is-me-syndrome'...
I did not apply to my life like some.
Some people are there like they belong.
They dance the same routine and sing the same tired song!
It is as if whatever possible thing on Earth can happen...
Does
But just to them.

And they seek to wallow away in their grief.
Wishing to share it with whomever they meet.
And it gets difficult to express a sincere empathy in their need.
Because they will take it and keep it fresh.
Without making an attempt...
To get over their sorrows.
Or the ones collected that they have borrowed.

They do not wish to address their agonies at all.
They wish to keep them as if visitors.
Making them welcomed until they do not leave!
Hoping no one notices...
They have become too comfortable,
In their pity party where time kept has stalled.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I couldn't really relate to the fraternity or party scene, to the people out in the mall every day protesting one thing or another. I felt like there was no one I could relate to.

quote by Charlie Trotter
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Loyal Faith

Doesn't it appear easy for some,
To tell others...
How to deal with their pain?
What to do with their feelings,
As if they can feel the same?

Someone told me they knew how I felt,
Once.
Because I 'told' them so!
But they heard words...
Not the depth of my torment,
Felt!
Or the heartbreak I carried and towed,
Inside my heart for decades!

And I am 'not' one of those,
Who announces agonies with glee!
Like some folks can not say hello...
Before they share every misery invisible,
No one sees when they are forced to leave...
These grieving leeches!

These are the people I don't need around me,
At all!
I know my journey has not been an easy one.
And I see very few skipping through their sorrows.
And that is why God and I are team-mates!
We've been close since my birth!
When I get tired and stressed,
With any old or fresh lingering mess?
I confess it.
Getting it off my chest!
I tell God right then...
It's Your turn to deal with the rest!
I've done my best.
And I am aware of my limitations!

I am 'not' going to try to impress.
With an understanding I wish to address.
Oh no!
Been there! Done that!

'I'll be right here working on my happiness.
If it is necessary for me to be disturbed...
Overwhelm me with guilt,
To quicken acts...
Of my begging for Your forgiveness, Father! '

My relationship with God is well deserved.
And known to be one of devoted loyal faith!

'Father...
I thank You for keeping me,
From being mentally malnourished! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistaken Consciousness

The last of many tears came to fall.
To undo acknowledged sorrows...
Selected and picked,
To wallow away in self pity.

And this discovery was a relief...
For one who thought of tomorrow,
As a connection of borrowed miseries.
Until the stopping of this,
Revealed a life unlived!
Ignored!
And driven to please...
Others.

And the doing of this is done,
By the one giving too much attention...
To self addictions.
Like a habit introduced by another,
To leave one hooked...
Seeking an acceptance.

And those afflictions are difficult to identify...
When the crying of sighs,
Feel so good with a foolishness felt!
Until that day eventually comes...
That awakens one with an unmistaken consciousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Comfortable In Your Pity As Possible

You are not going to find correctness in these streets.
Witness the trash thrown upon them.
You might find validation for your deluted philosophies.
And a wish to maintain your pride,
On the back of what you perceived to be
A way of life you will never see again.
Or has been reflected...
In distant or recent memory!

Although,
Maintaining a romance with 'what ifs'
Is extremely popular.

If I were you...
And I am not!
I want 'that' to be agreed upon.
However...
IF I were you.
I would look around and realize,
Your pity party has had some gate crashers.
And overflows from the rim,
With indecision that has been at the brim.
Unbalanced.

If I were you...
And I am not!
I want that to be agreed upon!
I wouldn't even announce you were leaving.
Stop weeping!
I'd just get up and go!
Only weepers are missed.
You've hosted these sorrows for too long.
You need a fresh outlook.
And quick!

If I were you...
And I am not!
I want that to be agreed upon!
I would not hestitate doing it immediately.
Because some folks will embrace you,
To believe you can not leave.
And want you to feel as comfortable in your pity,
As possible!
And not one empathizer to come to your aid.
To guide you away from this mess!

Your agonies are loved.
Trust me.
More than you can fathom!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Housin

Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasnt no thing
I punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
Yo z you was packin? you know was strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But Im on track, like a long island train
That can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like luther vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best mc
And when the spot is blown and yo you know its me
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker mc like crisco
Gimme the cue, check one two
Dont try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
You treatin me the z to the d, like a stepchild
Let me tell you homeboy youre livin foul
Mcs, you know who you are
On the bandwagon why z? cuz you a star
This is the year when the jokers are wild
When a fag cant hack it and try to bite your style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start cappin
But for now, since everythings calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
Cmon
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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No Name #1

At a party he was waiting
Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn
Like he could be underwater
The mighty mother with her hundred arms
Swept all aside
I hate to walk behind other people's ambition
I saw you waiting
Saint like
With your warning
Leave alone
You don't belong here
He got nervous
Started whistling
Every thought a ricochet
Did you notice?
Well i wondered
What's the worst thing i could say?
And i froze up and sighed
You remind me of someones daughter
I forgot her
I forgot her name ashamed
Go home and live with your pain
Leave alone
Leave alone 'cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
And when i go
Don't you follow
Leave alone
Leave alone 'cos you know you don't belong
You don't belong here
Slip out quiet
Nobody's looking
Leave alone
You don't belong here

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Tired Groove

I relate to your philosophies.
There is not need to rehash them.
Not with me.
I'd like to get beyond these acquisitions.
Renew our positions and sing new tunes.
With refreshed rhythms...
And adventures to meet and greet.

I relate to your philosophies.
We have been sharing them all our lives.
How many times do we have to identify,
The world is round.
Or another dissatisfaction with life we have found.

There is something about the unknown I appreciate.
That makes me more aware of who I am.
But to eat and regurgitate the same thing fed...
Does not expand my understanding.
Or qualifies me to make demands.

I relate to your philosophies.
But constantly repeating the same point of view...
Has become quite boring to me.
And I am surprised this stagnation,
Has not motivated you to improve...
Upon this tired groove you feed and approve.
If it puts me to sleep...
I know that drone brings a wink or two to you.
It has to!

Are you listening to me?

'I'm sorry...
Did you say something? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever Happened To PJ Proby?

(Van Morrison)
Whatever happened to PJ Proby?
Wonder can you fix it Jim
Where the hell do you think is Scott Walker?
My memory's getting so dim
Don't have no frame of reference no more
Not even Screaming Lord Sutch
Without him now there's no Raving Loony Party
Nowadays I guess there's not much
To relate to anymore
Unless you wanna be mediocre
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And the moon and the stars now chum
I'm making my way down the highway
Still got a monkey on my back
I'm facing it head on and doing it my way
Please can you cut me some slack
There's nothing to relate to anymore
Unless you want to be mediocre
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And the moon and the stars now chum
Still making my way down the highway
Still got a monkey on my back
Facing head on and doing it my way
Please can you cut me some slack
All the cards fell so many rounds
Down the road a piece Jack
I saw a bus coming and I had to get on it
I'm still trying to find my way back
Whatever happened to all those dreams a while ago
Whatever happened way across the sea
Whatever happened to the way it's supposed to happen
And whatever happened to me?

song performed by by Van Morrison
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I Cant Dance

Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around.
Hot sun making me sweat
gators getting close, hasnt got me yet
I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
Her dogs talking to me, but shes out of reach.
Shes got a body under that shirt,
But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.
Cos, I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling.
Oh and checking everything is in place,
You never know whos looking on.
Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
Fat guys talking to me trying to steal my blues.
Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.
But I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way that I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling
Oh and checking everything is in place
You never know whos looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh.
No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
But I can walk.
No I cant dance.
No no no I cant dance
No I said I cant sing.
But I can walk.

song performed by by Genesis
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Wallowings

I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.

Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.

Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.

Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.

Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:

Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.

As my Mother used to say:

'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I'm Tired Of Giving It

I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.

I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
It seems.

Time and understanding,
With an empathy that feeds...
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.

A listening ear,
To comprehend my feelings.
Maybe I shouldn't even be near...
To have a dumping of a pity appear.

I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
Tired of giving it,
Empathy...
No one gives to me.

I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.

Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.

I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.

Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing What Others Cannot

Its been over three weeks now
that I’ve been in this state.
I don’t know the reason why
there’s nothing to it I can relate.

The day began like any other
until I got to the bus pick up place.
There was three other people waiting,
but I never bothered to look at a face.

As I waited, an uneasy feeling of anxiety
moved up from my feet to my head,
I noticed something strange and abnormal,
the man in front of me separated.

I couldn’t believe what my eyes were saying
and thought that I was becoming ill,
maybe I was stressed out, with work and all,
and it was time for a get-well pill.

But it was true I was actually seeing this,
the man’s inner-self stepped out.
It communicated with another of its kind
who just happened to be walking about.

Nervously, I again looked around me,
this was happening everywhere.
It was if the people’s spiritual selves
had a life of their own to share.

It was happening to little children,
to couples, husbands, and wives.
Their once unseen spiritual sides were
living completely different lives.

I can’t understand or explain this,
that’s why I’ve come here today.
You’ll probably think that I’m crazy,
and I ought to be locked away.

I can tell you that I don’t like this,
and I wish that I couldn’t see
all these separated inner-selves,
who can see, but ignore me.

I have tried to ask them questions,
but they just smile and walk away.
It’s as if they too don’t understand
and they’ve always lived this way.

Is it because the majority of people
can’t see, that a precedent is set.
What if I can actually see what I can see
and the majority isn’t ready to see just yet?

poem by Orlando Belo
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Make Some Noise

{eminem} 123...7:00 party at my friends house dr.dre want me to
Sing new tunes and turn the place insideout i said...maby if mr.grady ill let
Me out of detenchion and ill talk my mom out susption while im cooking
Pancakes in the kitching at the same time making wishes hoping that theyll come
True cause its the only thing to do and if they do come true my life want be
So blue [chours]{dr.dre}when i say make some you say noise make some
(crowd)noise [dr.dre] make some{crowd{noise} [repeat3times]{eminem}every body
Make some noise ...now the party aready is jumping..people left the nextdoors
Neighbors party to come knocking on are door cause the music got more and more
Loud while i chowd sandwitches singing making more noise the party got so wild
The police came while i listing to the negihbor say 2can play at that game the
People at the party were so insane and when the police left i herd dr.dre say
{reapeat chours 7times and on 5th time fade}{dr.dre sings chours}

song performed by by Eminem
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What I Could Not Forget

what i could not really forget during that time
was the rain,

it fell at the wrong time
when we were still walking
in the middle of the road
on our way back
to the dorm

i forgot the color of my coat
the color of your blouse
the umbrella in your hand

i forgot whether there was
a boat at the pier
or there was none at all

what i could not forget was that kiss
that landed on my cheek

when you said goodbye
and i was standing alone
waiving

still hoping that we might
meet again

somewhere,

i still do not know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deepness In The Throat

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Look at yourself making so many miscalculations
In your proclamations
As am I
We speak, we learn
We follow through
Like an oppression upon the chest
Looky their its sitting on that shelf
Just reach for it.

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Bang bang the drugs take effect
Are you hallucinating yet.
Don't fret
You'll be soon enough
Think you got it rough
Come on now be tough
Stand up for yourself
Emotional distrust

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Investigate that of what will be
Please stand before me
Tell your stories
They are not so far reaching
Am I the soul you have been needing
Well here you go
Here I am

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Like the victim
Always like the victim
I say just listen
We all feel the same
If I can only take away a little bit of the pain
Trying to make myself sane
With a lonely complaint
I'm no saint
I'm no god
I just say what's comes from my heart
Like it or not

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

Memories of nightmares and dreams
From the clouds mine only can be found
If only for one dance
I'll tell you
I'll promise you
The world before the sunrise
Look into my deep brown eyes
Tell me they lie
Maybe your right
But not tonight.

Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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After The Deathbed

Dead asleep, your journey begins,
Making fate so wretched and cruel
For taking you away so soon.

Searching for your love and fragrance
In this world filled with grief and hatred,
Never appeared to be so simple,
Making missing you ever so painful.

Making my heart croon an elegy,
Wishing to remove the grief I carry.
Oh if only you were right here beside me

Regret moans inside of me,
For all the things I hurt you by
I still progress with thoughts of you,
That just never seems to leave.

Hard to forget all the thoughts we share
Since my life has not reached its closing stages.
I’ll have to carry through this wicked life
Which is devoid of the love we shared.

Moreover, I accept what lifetime offers,
As your wooden box passes
Through the stairway of heaven
Making goodbye seem like the hardest words.

-Dennis Kurien

poem by Dennis Kuiren
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Making Love To An Angel(2nd Revision)

A smile so sweet.
The secret places in which we meet.
Your are my true confidant.
We leave a trail of misery.
Screwing you in you back seat.
Nobody can ever know.
Cause you are my little dirty secret.
But still the best when i need it.
Going down, and going to heaven at the same time.

Making love to an angel and you know it.
It feels so damn good.
Who would shy away?
And all I have to say is that guy must be gay.

The taste of your lips, so bitter sweet.
The secret places in which we meet.
Again your on top of me.
Your controlling me and I like it.
Their just no denying it.
Oh baby, you know just what to do.
Holding it all in, and knowing just when to let go.

Making love to an angel and you know it.
It feels so damn good.
I wish it would never end.
Lets give it a go again and again.

Those words coming from you sound so sweet.
The secret places in which we meet.
It's so right.
All day and all night.
The claw marks you leave on my skin, create a burning within.
All I want is more.
We got to have it rough.
Never enough.

Making love to an angel and you know it.
It feels so damn good.
Perfect with every touch, to every desirable shape.
She is a goddess.
Can anyone relate?
Its our everlasting escape.
Oh baby I'm making love to an angel you know it, and you know it.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Thanks Again 08

It is time
Time for good bye
Just know that I tried
I tried to say all this
Every time

I never thought to find this pain again
But in you my gift from God
I did
It is beautiful
It is welcomed

Thanks again
For giving me hope
Making me dream
Things that will never be
Thanks again
For your shelter, your escape, your peace
That will never belong to me
Thanks again
For breaking my heart
And making me find my wings

Love
Such a prescious thing
Even if it is different than we want it to be
Even if we never saw it coming

Look at those eyes the way I wanted you to look at mine
When you wake it won’t be by my side
Think of your new love
While I think of you
While I smile and sigh

Thanks again
For giving me hope
Making me dream
Things that will never be
Thanks again
For your shelter your escape your peace
That will never belong to me
Thanks again
For breaking my heart
And making me find my wings

Here is my advice
Release your fears
Swallow your pride
Follow happiness
When it’s true it’s worth the price

Dulce’ I’ll be here with out end
When you’re bored or just need a friend

Thanks again
You gave me love
You gave me peace
You gave me courage to use my wings

This isn’t what I wanted
But it’s what I needed

So thanks again
For finding my heart
Even if it’s something you won’t keep
Just know I’d do it all over
No regrets
You changed my life with out ever knowing it

Dedication J.D.

poem by Kira Bloom
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Tired Old Country Song

Regi price/jl vanderford
Another day, another night
Another tired old country song
You know, I sing of love delight
But I know its all wrong
The life I live out on the road
Is one I swear no one could love
Yet I feel I must go on
And sing this tired
This tired old country song
I move around from place to place
But all the towns look just the same
I see the same old face
Losin still my claim to fame
Ill sing the guitar blues
Drink my drink and pay the dues
Then I guess Ill ramble on
And sing this tired
This tired old country song
Why did I have to compromise
To reach my piece of the fame?
Life could have been so different
In that eight to five game
So I guess Ill settle down
Get my feet back on the ground
Once a country star
Now Im just a country clown
Hang my guitar on the wall
I wont need it anymore
For I think the time has come
To end this tired
This tired old country song
To end this tired
This tired old country song

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Those Kept On The Bottom Relate

Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.

Keeping patience for them,
Has a message to send.
'Cause,
People feel more pinned in.
'Cause,
Struggles for them don't end.
'Cause,
Promises don't pay the rent.
Or decisions not to eat,
Because they wish to look thin.

Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.

Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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