SEYRA (the anthology)

 SEYRA

(The Anthology)

Poetry by Poetic Dela

The anthology consists of 3 poems written by Poetic Dela. Guest verses from two writers namely, T.awiah & Cormla Poet are also featured on the anthology.

The anthology is in memory of the writer's late mother Innocentia Seyra Dzidey.

CONTENTS

1. Tears not Cheers 

(Written by Poetic Dela & a guest feature by T.awiah)

2. Seyra

(Written by Poetic Dela)

3. Xede Nyuie

(Written by Poetic Dela & a guest feature by Cormla Poet)

Cover Art by: Obodai Sonny

N/B: All guest verses are colored in red.

(i) TEARS not CHEERS

 

Tears but no cheers

Fear but no killers

Peers but no glasses with beer

Pain but no thorns

 

Absolutely nothing here,

Just an ink tormented with pain

Bruises from a fight that ended

with no gain

All wet and soaked in tears

not rain

(T.awiah)

Is it okay if I choose to stand

To watch the leaves fall

Because sometimes the

darkness will choose you

Even when you hide,

Even while you run,

You Take in a deep breath

And become heavy with darkness

Again,

Woezor and Akwaaba to

a page filled with pain but no pleasure

A chapter filled with screams

but no torture

and a tunnel filled with smoke

but no filter

(ii) SEYRA

They always say heavy is the head

that wears the crown

Penning these words reminded

of the fact that

Heavy is the heart that bears the pain

 

The pain of not only losing a mother

but a guardian and a protector

Truth be told, I always knew

my guardian angel was the one they

called Seyra

This woman blessed me with love

even more than the love Isaac

got from Sarah

 

Seyra was a genius at inculcating values

and, a mastermind at saving lives

Lives of not only her bloodline

but the entire universe

 

This time around,

Words have failed me

Tears have soaked me

Pain has betrayed me

and your smile has abandoned me

(iii) XEDE NYUIE

Every soul must taste death

Man or woman existing by birth

Tears and cheers as you

you take your first bath

Tears and wails as you

take your last bath

 

Grateful for the epic memories

shared even though they

could have been more

Grateful for the love

you showed us to the core

Akpe for riding with us

on this journey without a road map

(Cormla Poet)

Do you already have wings like an angel?

Dance above the clouds and save

me a place in heaven

Watch over your son from every angle

My only prayer when it’s 11:11

I know you are the music playing in my heart

Keep playing till I see you again

Keep playing, my demons dance away

 

You stood by us without

stopping to take a nap

May your rest not only be peaceful

but heavenly and,

may you continue to look

after us evenly

• © 2021 Poetic Dela

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THE LADY IN WHITE (poetry by: Poetic Dela)

DEDICATED TO MY LATE MOTHER, INNOCENTIA SEYRA DZIDEY. 

Great men leave legacies and,

Great women leave memories behind

The lady in white left Legacies 

to inspire the next generation and, 

memories to keep the spirit of the family alive

Great men discover new paths to success 

Great women unearth talents and motivate 

The lady in white left behind a 

path for her family to never get lost and, 

the motivation to strive for the best

Again, Great men strive for excellence and,

Great women strive for prestige

The lady in white strived for 

truth in excellence and,  the admiration of thousands 

A synonym for greatness 

The joy of the family

The angel that saves lives 

That’s who the lady in white is.

Poetic Yesu.

Artwork : Artistic Yesu

Written by: Poetic Dela

#Seyra

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TWENTY TWENTY (Poetry by: Poetic Dela)

DEDICATED TO EACH AND EVERYONE WHO CHANCES ON THIS PIECE. ✊🏾

 

Just few hours to the start of a New Year, 

At 10:00pm, 

the church witnessed a great-feast.

Gratitude for “Nyame’s” endless 

and unlimited grace.

Prayer points focused on a better year.

 

At midnight, fireworks took over the skies.

Screams from the 

Presbyterian Church could be 

heard miles away. 

The congregation danced 

their hearts out to music from the 

Winneba Youth Choir.

Mobile phones buzzed with 

goodwill messages. 

As usual, 

January displayed its obtuse character.

February brought lots of love into the air.

 Patriotism was given birth to by March.

"Yɛn Ara Asase Ni" was on the lips of 

most Ghanaians.

 

Then suddenly, 

a huge storm hit our planet, 

Fear engulfs the heart of the Ghanaian.

Alcohol based hand 

sanitizers and nose masks 

becomes mandatory.

Restrictions on movements 

was the only way out.

 

Death and it’s entourage paid

 visits to the homes of 

our loved and mighty ones.

Fear, preventive tips and 

protests became the new normal.

But the light of a brighter 

day is what we yearn for!

Hope . Yesu.

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DUMSOR AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL (Poetry by: Poetic Dela)

DEDICATED TO EACH & EVERYONE GOING THROUGH TRYING TIMES!✊

Lights are meant to shine

Darkness, a villain to illumination

Shadows act as shields to identities, 

Fear, a neighbor to the blind

 

We crave strength in the toughest moments

Greatness and resilience lay in some

of our iconic monuments

All we possess is scripts about taming

both fear and torments

We dance to music played without

any instruments

 

Our cognition fathers our epic memories

The only path of reliving these moments

exposes us to the villain of illumination

A river full of tears is what hinders this opportunity

 

Uncertainties about befriending trust

deepens the pain inflicted on us by our past

They say Joy comes in the morning,

but we only see joy through the sights of Owls

 

Metaphors failed to describe what

the heart desired to spill

We are slaves on this journey they call Life

A journey where,

road signs are mirages

 

Yes!

We are slaves trying to escape from

our masters through this tunnel

Our hearts are overflowing with fear

But all we know is,

Going back is not an option

The Light of day is all we hope for

 The closer we get

the more we are exposed to the uncertainties

of a brighter world!

 

Poetic Yesu

 

 

 

 

PROOF READERS

• Mark Odoom

ARTWORK

• Artistic Yesu

 

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Lobi Lobi Dey Cost (Poetry by: Poetic Dela)

DEDICATION

I dedicate this poem to my father, the Late Cosmos Fonu Kpatakpa

LOBI LOBI DEY COST

Show me a human without feelings

And I will show you Ghana Cedis

worth more than dollars.

Show me a Ghanaian lady

who hates the sound of MOMO alerts

And I will show you a human heart that pumps

dollars

Or better still

Let me show you a 14th February devoid

of sex

And in return , show me an ATM machine

that brings out blood instead of cedis

They say love don't cost a thing,

But it seems we forget.

The late night chats, the arguments and

 quiet tears, our fears.

When alone, the mind plays tricks

Just blink and you'd think one's cheating

or ignoring you.

We forget we had separate lives ,

before our hearts entangled.

If love was free then,

Boys wouldn't take Qwikloans to take her

out for shopping

If love was free,

Aku Shika's family wouldn't

provide that tall list ,

In exchange for her hand in marriage

Again,

If love was free

Then heartbreaks will be mirages

Sex, wouldn't sell faster than coke

Women wouldn't be feared after Nyame

And relationships will end in cheers

not in tears.

Love they say is costly.

The price tags can stress you.

But who do you blame for

the high cost of love?

Do we blame the telenovelas

on UTV?

Or

We blame the Nigerian movies

shown on ROK 2?

Or better still,

Let's cast the blame on

our expectations.

Yes because,

If Aku Shika expectations were less,

She wouldn't stress Alphonse with harsh

conversations like "Get rich Alphonse!

Your hobby should be making money

Not always Lobi Lobi.

Get an office ,so we can get more

to kiss more

Not in the lobby, make moves

Forget the romance and stop acting

 like a zombie"

Harsh and huge expectations

break long lasting relationships

What is your expectation in love?

Love.

Poetic Yesu

CREDITS:

Proof readers:

1. Mark Odoom
2. Priscilla Fumadorh

Artwork

Joshua Gavu

Poetic Yesu.

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The Supa Striker (Poetry Written By: Poetic Dela)

The Cheers! The Chants! The Euphoria!

we experience, is made possible by 

beauty of the game

The Skills! The Strength! The Goals!

we see are made possible by The Supa Striker

Some call him the "King of goals"

Others call him the "Goal Machine"

I call him "The Supa Striker"

How do you call him?

Yes! He is The Supa Striker just because

of his amazing skills on the ball

and how beautifully he makes goals easy

Yes! The Supa Striker just because 

of how humble he is

and good looking as well

But these are words one would 

see as praises to The Supa Striker

years back

But today, these words

represent tributes to The Supa Striker

Yes!

The Supa Striker has embarked on a journey

of no return

A journey to a world where

Tears are no more

Hunger, non-existent

and pain, dead!

He suffered in his last days on earth

Now he will smile in eternity

Manuel!

You were the Blackstar during the tournament

way back in 2008

Even though you could not turn 80

You will be idolized till your 18th generation

Journey well Legend!

Tears,

Poetic Yesu.

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The Faceless (Written by Wireko Philip)

       
     THE FACELESS:(Written By Wireko Philip)     

It was a cold night,
One could hear the
Wind whistle as the tracks,
Made a subtle noise.
Looked out the window, nothing
but darkness as far as the eye could see.
Then the scene changed,
There's children's paintings soaked,
Guns in a borne fire, with faceless people
Gathered round.
All but one board the train, and
Slits his throat before wished good bye.

Bloodshot eyes of the faceless,
And their pale white skin, all sat in silence. The train moved faster,
Back to the past it did.
It was Johnson, the slit throat.
Soaked in blood, for he mourns.
He takes the train back, armed to the teeth. Every one but the faceless survive,
For the best revenge is to live in guilt,
And to die from the inside.

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FEAR AWAY (Written By: Poetic Dela X Cormla Poet)

FEAR AWAY (Written by: Poetic Dela X Cormla Poet)

CORMLA POET

Everytime I close my eyes,
a constant stream of
rhythmic memories
A cold, frosty penuriousness
held in dark relentless fate
Vespers cover my deepest thoughts, 
My bones are not strong
but I run, i strive with my all
No inspiration, to talk of motivation.
No rise or fall
Fear like a day monotonous
and colorless, the inability to succeed
Fear away! I want a new marvel of sky!

POETIC DELA

...oh yes!
I feel the heat my heart succumbs
to at the sight of the future
These days, my face knows joy
no more,
wondering if that could be nature

Even with the alleged depletion of the
Ozone layer
these hands and feets still endures the
cold nights nature has to offer

I yearn for cheers more than tears
Now the weight of both family and
peers has being left on both my shoulders
and chest
I wish I could retire on an island
or get swallowed by this cursed earth

or better still
embrace this beast
and make it a pet!

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THE SUPPORT YOUR OWN SYNDROME (Written By: Poetic Dela)

If the clouds should gather
we all know the showers of
blessings it brings
When the strong winds
approach
we are all supposed to
think about the ship
about to sink

They say there is blessing
in giving
But in these parts
we believe in hating
and envy other than
supporting

Apart from envy
which they claim to
hate
The HE is not my own
symptom
occurs as a result of the
reaction between
less progression and jealousy
Not leaving out the
"What Do I Stand To Gain" virus

As hard as our folks work
we prefer not to see the magic
they create but rather click
on links leading to nudes
or huge asses that twerk

I sometimes wonder how
we understand this phrase
"Support Your Own"
I'm made to believe we
all concord with the fallacy
about "Support" always
being in the positive state

Most of the cliques (so called families)
we belong to worry about
"your" input to the selfish course
other than "your" progression

Do we really care about
our "Own" or what we "Own"

What baffles me is
if we would eradicate
the dogmatic tendencies
of blueticking messages
requesting for support
from family or the silly
use of unnecessary emoji's
just to fake love

The writings and paintings
on the wall are so clear
Even if my cheeks and eyes
are soaked in tears
None of them will care

This poem was mearnt
to be short
but sorry, I had to
inject this shots into you

Poetic Yesu

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DUM DUM (Written By: Poetic Dela)

Just like lightening
It strikes
It pays a visit to every
household
With no invitation

It never gets welcomed
Just because its comes
with no good
It destroys food stuffs
Especially refrigerated ones

House hold appliances
end up blowing up
Crumbled dresses
remain crumbled
Studies and homework’s
remain unattempted
Peaceful sleeps become
heatful sleeps

The hot condition indoors
Persuade man to seek
natural air
Mosquitoes become
man’s companion
And armed robbery
becomes rampant

Cash is being wasted
on fuel and diesel
A quiet environment
becomes noisy courtesy
The generator
Citizen’s rain curses
on the government

And also on the energy
company
Demonstrations and
vigils become useless
They sweet talk the people
And procrastinate promises

O! Then the lights
comes back
Man is always ready
for another a black out

Dumsor  Must End Now!

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I'm Madly In Lust With You (Written By: Poetic Dela)

"Cupcake, I really adore you.
I cherish and love you more
than myself"
He said that few weeks ago

One thing he admitted
was the imitation of
the life of a spendthrift
The transfer of airtime
through MOMO
and the making of
long video calls
through data
sucking networks

Though peers can attest
to the fact that He isn't
a Bulu
Or He being under the
influence of any Voodoo
We all can guess the type
of black magic he will employ
Anytime she decides
to walk away.

This Juju will contain powers
that can make the girl he once
adored and said those sweet and
amazing words to in verse One
suck him so hard on the stairs at
the last floor in his flat.

The Black Magic from
the Mallam will make Her
visit him every weekend
so they knack so hard
to the extent of her leaving
her G-string on the
dinning table.

Who do you blame?
Is it the extraordinary
Sense of humor he had
which made him
 not realize all the
danger he was attracting.

Or
We blame the amazing
but yet deceitful smile
she showed anytime
they meet at the Coffee Shop.

Now all the elements of
love has being stained with
Pain
Love, traded for lust.

I remember before His
absurd love story started
He struggled to say
"I'm In Love With You"
but now
Without any remorse
or element of pity
He is bold enough to
say
"I'm Madly In Lust With You"

Poetic Yesu.

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Empty Huts (Written by: Poet Dela)

I woke up this morning
to the sound of the gong
The words being uttered
by the gong beater
Seek to abuse the muse
my listening pleasure
had been treated to

This news sounded
so bitter
to the extent that
I had to seek comfort
In the garment of a hoax

Suddenly,
I heard people murmur
That noise was behind
my window
Now I knew all was not well

I realized an unusual situation
The birds on the trees became mute
The hut of my neighbor whose
children normally cry became mute

Now the garment of the hoax
became very uncomfortable
I decided to confirm the news

My sight met an empty hut
upon my arrival at Nii's hut
Joojo's hut wasn't far
I knew at least
I would meet my good friend
still laying on his mat
enjoying the undescribable
pleasure from his mat

But my expectations was
doomed to disappointment at the sight
of my good friend's empty hut

Now I was totally convinced all
wasn't well
I decided to go back to my hut
and wait patiently
Immediately I was about to
leave

I heard women crying
The sound came from the
village square
which was few huts from
that of Joojo's

My curiosity went wild
without thinking
I ran to the village squad

It was a terrifying sight
honestly
I met Tawiah and Naana
in tears
I decided to satisfy both my ears
and curiosity by asking them
what was wrong

Their answer felt like a knife
being pierced not only in
my heart
but my five senses as well

A great tree has fallen
The river has gone dry
The sky looks cloudy

Busumuru
the highest sword
cuts no more

The sword of allegiance
Loses it's warrior

Busumuru Busumuru Busumuru
Journey well!

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No Identity (Written by: Poetic Dela)

Probably, 1K likes will
make me famous
That was the mentality
of a youngin
Anytime he captures
that memorable moment
He tries as much as possible
to deceive the world

Prolly pussy filters
could make the magic
But with the flower crown
He was crowned king
in his misery

Yes! I did say
Sex Sells Faster Than Coke
But let me ask you
Which do you prefer?
A chilled bottle of coke
with pizza
or
A free bottle of coke
after the pleasure

Then again
I did say
She was wrong
But where did she go
wrong?
Was it by being honest
on Television
or
She being able to pay
her rent without a CV

and oh
I recall writing a piece
Yes!
That was wogbej3k3
But have we really come a
long way?
What have we achieved?
All I remember is
a bluetick verifying data
sucking accounts.

But is the verification
procedure on Facebook
our identity?
Or
We are deceived by the avatar
option those light skin guys
have embed in our minds

Today I say
F**k the rules
F**k the devices
This is a message
to the masses
We have a stolen identity!

Poetic Yesu

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The Poetic Yesu

It's like I'm in an arena
A boxing arena to be precise
where cheers sound like thunder
Punches, hard like the truth
Strength, my determination
and pain my defeat

Oh yes! the truth hurts
Oh yes! the cheers are amazing
Yes indeed, the thunder sounds
so loud and scary
but the awful truth is
I haven't got the strength to
defeat pain

Suddenly
Lights go off in the arena
Silence take over
The game is rigged
Darkness eliminates the
light of day

Titles are robbed
Amateur boxers claim to be
world champions
Alot of hypocrites disguised
as supporters
They never praise us
but always criticize us

They call themselves
Wordsmiths
yet they lack the words
to describe how expectional
the Messiah is

They claim to be Postmen
yet they do not possess the people's
addresses to preach the gospel
The gospel of the second coming
the coming of the Messiah
The one to resurrect poetry
from the tomb

Some didn't believe in
the prophecy
That the second coming
of the Messiah
who would resurrect the art
was true
So they preferred Bars to sonnets.

Love.
Poetic Yesu.

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SUNSHINE🌻 (By: Poet Dela)

Just like the Sunflower
The rays from her skin 
pierces my eyes

Her smell is exactly 
as that of the oil gotten 
from the sunflower
Which boost my energy 
and immunity

Her smile, as catchy
as a sunflower
Just like the sun
Her beauty scorches
so hard
Her clothes plays 
the role of the Ozone layer

Yet still, 
The rays from 
her skin penetrates her 
clothes so deep, 
leaving holes as 
though they were designs

Even though she shines
so bright as the Venus
Her sense of fashion
is very appealing to the eye
Her beautiful Kaba makes her
look as colourful as the rainbow

Even though she scorches 
very hard like the sun does

The sight of her tears introduces
a very weird feeling 
to my emotions
Not only do I get attracted to 
that sweet smell she possess
But her sweat also turns me on

I get tempted to imagine her
with me any time I take a shower
Her voice sounds exactly like
the birds in the morning
I could pen down sonnets 
all day about her

But I lack the appropriate
expressions to describe
her unique beauty

My ink would fail me if 
I write a letter to her,
Her beauty is beyond 
description and 
doesn't call for writing of letters

Cos no amount of words
could be enough to express
how I feel about her

I just hope the wind blows 
this piece to her room
Even though we belong to
two separate world.

Love.
Poetic Yesu.

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SONNET 4 JYAMMIE🎈

Her personality deserves to be scribed in books
But unfortunately, the national library can't contain all works about her
Jyammie is an amazing  girl with an incredible look
Just wondering if beauty can be defined without referencing to her

Now I can stand on authority to say
The beautiful ones are already born
They might be hard to find I must say
In a quest to find them might Pierce your heart like thorns

Unto us a queen was born today
A daughter was given
A friend born in may
and prayers, heard in heaven

Happiness and joy came to stay,
Sadness, buried and gone
Yes Indeed! Jyammie was born, so give thanks!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GYAMFUAH

Love.

Poetic Yesu.

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SHE WAS WRONG (By: Poet Dela)

She was wrong to choose
Money over her pride
and traded her dignity
over riches

She was wrong to have
sold the Lord's temple
out to wealthy and
pot belled landlords

She was wrong to have
washed her dirty clothes
at the sea
whilst she could
have used the river

She was wrong to have
disregarded feminism
and harboured the idea
of dependency

She was wrong to have
disrespected the rich
Ghanaian Culture
we hold in high esteem

Yes she was wrong
to have committed
all those atrocities
But wait
Who do we blame here?

Is it our dear country
which is rich in precious metals
yet rated underdeveloped
by these same white men
who once invaded our territories

Or we should play the blame game
with our selfish leaders who
only care about how heavy
their pockets are
even though we gave
them such authority

Do we put the blame on
our stressful and demanding
School system
Which inculcates nothing
but instead robs us of
our savings

Indeed the well endowed
beautiful lady was wrong
to have uttered such words
But you and I aren't perfect
enough to judge her.

Poetic Yesu.

THE LIFE OF DELA is Out Now!!!

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Wogbej3k3 (By Poet Dela)

Wogb3j3k3
Our dreams were once extravagant
Respect for elders
at it's highest peak
The African culture
was so dear to youngins
Our ideas full of afrofuturism

We from the north, south
east and west
Dispensed like seeds all over
The Continent is infested with ideas
Priceless ideas is what we possess
Yet we swim in ignorance

Then our territory gets invaded
The white man becomes our guest
Little did we know
he had an agenda and was on a quest
Our precious stones exchanged
for that of the gunpowder

Suddenly the black redeemer
came to our rescue
We hailed him for a second
Accusing him of dictatorship
was a bloody excuse

The influx of foreign ideas
swept ours under the carpet
Our beautiful woven kente
traded for suit and tie.
Now, sex dolls are more preferable
than our well-endowed women

Indeed we come from afar
with no destination
but an aim for greed and selfishness
We abandoned our peaceful homes
to become slaves outside

But I still have memories
of our rich culture exhibited by kings
I still remember the stories told by
Maame Dorkonu when we
gathered by the fire side
I still recalled how I worried mama
to join my friends on kyekyekule
My childhood was amazing

Wogbej3k3
We really have come
along way!

Poetic Yesu.

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Sex sells faster than coke (Written By: Poet Dela)

What do you call happiness

Is it that feeling you get

When she gently uses her 

tongue to tickle your Libido

Or

Is it when he also uses

his tongue to lick and tickle

that little piece of flesh on top

of your Cunt?

Again

Which do you prefer

Is it the satisfaction you get

When you consume a chilled 

bottle of coke for lunch

Or

It's that amazing feeling 

you experience when 

the little bubbles which

are found in coke 

runs down your throat

But wait!

Do we think of what

will happen BEFORE 

a date?

Or AFTER a date?

Or

Do we really care 

about the price of 

a plate of rice at kempinski

or we get more concerned

about incurring the cost of

diapers for Life

These days

What really makes the headlines

Is it the increase and decrease 

In the price of coke?

Or

The sextape which involves

not only our favorite celebrities,

but Ordinary well endowed citizens

As well.

Honestly

What do you think runs

through a guys head

When a girl or his crush 

decides to pay him a visit

Is it how to rush to the 

nearest Mart to purchase 

a bottle of chilled coke

Or

Is it how to rush to the 

nearest pharmacy to purchase 

a condom for protection 

incase knacking takes place

But can the health benefits

derived from having good 

consensual sex in the morning 

be compared to the nutritional value 

found in coke, if there is any

Most marriages

Don't collapse because 

of the unavailability of 

the head to provide for the family

But the fact that

the lack of knacking

Is being experienced 

like a drought

Even though coke

has alot of uses

One innovative way

women make good use of it

is using the bottle to satisfy their

sexual urges when there is the 

unavailability of a cock

The taste of coke will always 

remain the same

But the pleasure 

derived from sex will always 

take a different form

be it anal or casual

Indeed the idea of sex

sells faster than coke.

Poetic Yesu.

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