Flower poetry
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Please Visit: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ 100% of all your money goes towards the care of extreme rural families in Rural Isolated Villages in Africa. As I spend much time living with the Kambari tride, I get to know first hand the challanges they face each day just to survive. I also have the privilege of capturing not only hunger, sickness and often death, but the more happy occassions. This is Grace, and when I first met Grace in April 2007, she was suffering from Chronic Malnutrition. This was taken in December 2007, and the differnce is wonderful. We as a Charity depend on People like yourself, who donate time in Prayer and Finance to help us provide help and support for Grace and many others like her. I thank you all so much for your help. Without those who give toards the Mission, we just could not do it. Please Visit: http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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Black-chinned hummingbird nectar feeding. /
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Taken in Tunga/Zuga Village, deep in Kebbe state, Nigeria. Carla Is HIV positive. Since this Photo was taken in Decemcer 2007, Carla has improved, with our help. Sadly her mother died in February 2008. Now her Aunt cares for her. Hello. My name is Trevor and I am a Missionary. I am founder of Philadelphia Mission, a uk Charity. Reg No: 1049410. All money raised from sale of these photographs will go towards helping children and extreme poverty families in Rural Africa. Please visit our charity website below. Click on link / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ See all my art & Writings at. / http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1 I would like to Thank CATNIPMEOW For her wonderful Work she has done in taking my Photograph of Carla, and making it very special. God Bless you CATNAPMEOW.
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Please Visit Charity Mission Website: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ This is my favourite Photo of Eli, my first Grandson. Using paintshop Pro X2 I have removed the background toned the shadows. I do hope you like it. Please do feel free to comment, especially if you think it could be improved. if you have spare time please visit my AFRICA charity website at: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Link to all my art and writings at: http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1
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In Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Reflections of Early Childhood, William Wordswoth wrote: Though nothing can bring back the hour / Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower / We will grieve not, but rather find / Strength in what remains behind. I was reminded of those lines when I saw a single blade of grass that had gone to seed and was blooming deep in the woods. The tiny flowers were a sight to behold.
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This is one of the flowers from my show and poems for her. What did you want as you walked with me as I held your hand in mine? / What did you think that I would be as I held your hand in mine? / What did you hope for as we strolled along walking hand in hand? / What was this special look that you gave me as you start to smile? / What was that little sparkle in your eyes as you said that you were mine? / What was it that you wanted from me the first time that we met? / You never say a word about what you did expect. / What was it that you whispered in my ear last night? / As I pushed deeply in your body as you held me very tight! / What were those little words that came so fast so swift as we made love last night? / Like little smiles and special kisses and just a soft kind touch. / What was it that you expected from me as you held my hand? / I think you wanted someone there who understood your dreams. / Someone who would take the time to hold you close and dear. / Someone to say your everything that I’ll ever need. / And even when we’ve had a fight you’ll still be all I need. / I think you wanted someone to love and be there for all time. / I think you wanted someone who would stand there by your side. / I think you wanted this man to say all the things that make you smile. / And what was that that you said to me as we made love last night? / After all these years we’ve been together and through all the little storms. / I smile to think you can say these words after all these years. / Well I can say them very clear I feel them in my heart I’ll repeat exactly what you said as you held me close last night. / You whispered in my ear my wife these words I hold so dear….. / “My love for you will never stop until my dying days”. / What was it that you wanted as you held my hand that first day? / It looks to me that all you wanted….............. was me.
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Watching the shore I see my life wash out to distant places. / I see my life as if it were the wave thats coming in. / One moment its in full view I see it loud and clear. / And now its taken a new course no longer in my view. / My life has been the same as you I whisper to my friend. / You move with a mighty force like I did when I was young. / But now as you reach the shores and the end is close for you. / You seem to have more in common with me the mortal man. / I watch you as you stumble in a small and fearless friend. / When once you were a mighty thing with force to scare most men. / But now you limp up to my feet I can feel your feeble cry. / I hear you loud and clear my friend, that the two of us will die. / You die here as I stand and feel you cling to me. / But you my friend will rise again to beat these shores again. / But I your watchman standing here too old to have much fear. / Watch as you go rolling out to come back in again. / As if you were afraid to die alone it’s me you wish would come. / My time like your is not too long I seen many go to you. / And as I stand and watch you come I really have no fear. / We share a common tread my friend my body’s made of water and one day soon you and I will swim the sea together.
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This is not a flower from my show and poems for her. This poem came up today as I was listening to the news about someone beating his wife. / Seems to be common in some country’s of the world to beat your wife. / It had me really angry and after the anger I thought about that man and what he might feel later in his sad life after years have passed as he sat in front of his TV alone. I sit here in my favorite chair the late late show is on. / Someone is talking about something as if I really care. / I sit here every night alone wishing I was dead. / But Gods making my days real long I guess he’s really mad. / I sit and see where you once sat your chair is empty now. / I see the knitting that you made in your happy days. / I see the kitchen table from where I sit, your plate sits in its place. / The only thing missing in this show is you my loving wife. / I sit here every night alone afraid to call you up. / Its been five years since you walked out our house. / Not one word have I heard from you since that dreadful day. / I wonder if you’ll ever let the past lie down and die. / I did them things to hurt you hon I know it was my fault. / And as I look down at the floor tears begin to fall. / What was it that I said to you so mean it knocked you down. / I had a drink I know its wrong and that was no excuse. / I took the one thing that you loved your photo of your mom. / And then I ripped it apart and threw it in your face. / I drink, I lie, I do the things that I said I’d stop. / I go to church and ask the lord to help me see the light. / But no I walk right out that church and soon as we get home… / If dinners not the way I want then I start a fight. / I know I said I’d get it right, but hon I just don’t know! / I think I am just too bitter at the way my life has gone / Its not your fault you did it right you stood tall by my side. / When your friend’s said take a walk and leave me to my own. / You took it all and smiled at them and told them they would see. / And then I did just what they said.. Oh hon I feel so bad. / And then the one that loved me most I turned on her too. / I sit and wait until he comes and takes me by the hand. / I hope that he will forgive me hon for all that I have done. / I know I don’t deserve his love for I have been so bad. / So here I sit and wait for him as tear drops slowly fall.
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This is another of the flowers from my show and poems for her. I am not too big on the opera or the ballet but you wanted to go so I went with you. / I dressed up like you said I wore your favorite suit. / You pulled out something I had never seen you looked so good to me. / We called a cab to take us there you wanted to relax. / You said my driving would kill the mood so we took a cab that night. / The cab ride was a different feeling I felt like we were rich. / The two of us going to the ballet driven in cab. / I opened up the door and took a step out, and took your hand my darling wife you looked so good tonight. / And as we walked to the door to this holy place I took one final look at my lovely wife. / You looked so happy to be here it made me smile inside. / To see you standing in the line to finally get inside, I asked myself why had I hated that this night would come. / What was my problem about this was it just my hangup? / Here I was going to the ballet to watch some men in tights, / jump an twirl like little girls while they pranced on stage that night. / But as we entered into the room the place was one delight. / Lit in all kinds of gold lights and velvet on the walls. / It gave the feeling of royalty and you were the queen tonight. / We took our seats and your lovely eyes were glued to everything. / Like a little girl in a doll shop your eyes told everything. / Oh how you looked at all the people coming in the place and noted to me all the details engraved on all the walls. / You didn’t miss a moment of this lovely night. / But most of all you really shined when the dancers came out. / They pranced and twirled and did all types of movements. / I saw a different vision of these men in little tights. / They did all types of leaps and twirls to the classics that night. / I have to say what they did was more than I had thought, anyone could do with a mortal body. / But oh the evening was all your as I sat and looked at you. / Your shining eyes and lovely glow was brighter than the lights. / And as they danced away the night I could hear your every breath. / You were caught in every movement made as if it was you dancing. / Oh this was worth all the pain to dress up and come with you. / To only see your smiling face I would do it all again. / This evening showed me that a man can dance with silly tights and have more women fall in love with them than a macho man. / Your loving heart has showed me one more thing that I might of missed. / And as I think about tonight I am glad that your my wife.
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This is not one of the flowers from my show and poems for her but will be in my book. Mornings break and you are there safe beside my side. / My sleep was filled with lovely things the whole night through. / I danced and ran through the woods with you holding hands. / We stopped to watch a robin sign as the sun came up. / And then we ran a little more until we stopped to kiss. / The woods so cool in mornings light we wondered at the sight. / The mist was coming off the earth as we watched it move. / And not far off in the distance we saw a lovely thing. / A baby doe with mom in tow running through the mist. / We stopped to watch this lovely sight and kissed a little more. / And then you took me by the hand and then we ran some more. / You laughed I laughed we were children once again. / We stopped to watch a toad come out from his sleeping place. / And blink his eyes as morning came its time to find a fly. / And as we ran an eagle flew high above the trees sounding out the alarm that mornings finally come. / We ran some more until we came to our favorite place. / High above the oceans reach as we looked far out. / We watched as waves came tumbling in as we held each other. / And then you looked me in the eyes and said this must be heaven. / And in my dream we were so young as dreams so often do. / But as I lie here in this bed your beauty has not changed. / I look at you and think about how much we share together. / The woods so cool and so sublime at this time of day. / And here we were in my dream lovers once again.
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Please visit Charity website: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ 100% of all money raised from sale ofall my art goes toward the extreme poor in isolated villages in Africa. I will never forget taking this photograph, as I was standing waiting for the ferry to come. Anyone who has been to rural Africa will know that things runs on African time. That’s why I call them Last minute.com. After three hours, these two guys came to me and said the ferry Had broke down on the other side, and that they would take me accross. So I got in, with all my camera equipment and a very wet Interpreter, who fell into the water. / One the way accross I suddenly realised that the large boat coming straight towards us was the Ferry. It was so funny. The fishermen refused to take any payment, as they said it would bring good fortune to the, as they had a white man in their boat. they both recieved Jesus as Lord and Saviour. It was really a blessed boat trip. visit: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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My first effort at doing the ‘poem as image’ thing :) The poem is here on RedBubble. This poem is about my inspiration for creative writing, my muse. She comes to me by night. The demands of the day keep us apart, and I miss her…
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YOU CAN REALLY CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. Please visit: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ After much prayer I have decided to show this photograph of Little Noel. I know some of the images I have shared with you all at Redbubble can be disturbing and I did not want to overload to many images. But this is one child I will never forget. I had just finished preaching in a remote village and the Prayer line had closed and the meeting was closed. But Noel’s Older brother came from the very back and carried Noel to me. he was dying from Intestinial worms and had a terrible open wound on his left leg. We prayed, adn as I was Praying Noel took his last breath and went home to be with Jesus. The thing that broke my heart is that Noel’s life could have been saved, if we had the money for medicine. many Like Noel can be saved. PLEASE Help US. We need to raise $1800 to buy medicines that can treat these sick children. I am returning to te villages on 9th October. We have the money for four water pumps adn Filters. this will stop the Intestinial worms from entering their bodies. but the benifits wont help those with intestinial worms now. So we need to treat them before they die. Beloved, i know you will pray for me and the children. Please do what you can. Thats all the Lord expects from any of us. Together We can make a real difference. God bless you in your efforts. Please visit / http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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Please visit my Africa Mission Website; / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ This is something I cannot Understand friends. I was shooting Seagulls, [With my Camera, Not A Gun] in my local park.. I took about 15 shots in continuous shoot mode. All Came out clear except this one. I was worshipping God at the same time as I was shooting. When i got home and loaded the pics unto Computer This is what came out. I have not touched it in any way, / Anyway I call this piece “Welcome Holy Spirit”. Luke 6:38 Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again. Please visit My Africa Mission Website. Please pray for me and especially the Children in the villages. [Click on link] / http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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One of the flowers from show and poems for her. What colors do you think about when you think of power I usually come up with just three! / Whites the color that I think of when I wanna be real sweet! / And Reds the color that I like when I need to be seen! / But blacks the color that has it all from sweetness to full power and I love to see it on my Mustang on highway 57. / I hit the road in full gear and ram that baby higher! / And then I slip back in to over drive and you better believe baby I am in heaven! / And then as I get out to the desert my throttles at full bore and then I feel the full power of this baby shaking at my doors! / I down shift in to my top five and oh she really purrs and back up in to over drive and watch out you little devil! / Oh baby this is more than fun its gotta be orgasmic to take that stick and shift and click its more than just electric! / So if your looking for a ride then look no more my friend this little Mustangs can be yours if you can pay me what I am asking!
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Another flower from my show and poems for her. What mess was this as I stayed in bed my life was in my room. / I sat all day with stuff on my face to ease this crazy itch. / My hands were moving to my face but mom said don’t I dare. / She says that it will leave a spot that I will always wear. / I wondered what that spot could be I thought that she was crazy. / So as my little finger dug a hole deep in to my bed. / That itch sure knew how to make me crazy and drive my mind insane. / My mothers pleas fell on deft ears I soon began to scratch. / I started low around my knees and worked my way up top. / My mother stormed in just in time to come to the rescue. / For in her hands was new medicine to stop this crazy itching! / It worked for just a day or two my troubles came back fast, and in an instant my hands did pick a hole that I wear today. / I look back at that funny time this hole is my reminder. / I am kinda glad I made it now, it reminds me of my childhood. / And they were the best days of my life…. / Even with the chicken pox!
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100% Photoshop. / Created using brushes and a few lines from a poem I wrote about a man thinking of his deceased wife called “Less A Set of Wings”. Poem Copyright /
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Please visit: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ This is a Collaboration Between Digitaldrool, a extremely talented Digital Media Artist, and Myself. I took the original photo of the boy in rural Nigerian Village. Digitaldrool made art that speaks out loud about the gap between the rich and the extreme poor. In the rich western countries, If you don’t have a Large TV, Sony Playstaion and other digital elictronic games, we think we are not well off. If we don’t own our home, or cannot afford a car, nice cloths and big name brand shoes, we think we are poor. If we cannot affor a annual vecation we think we are poor. In UK we get free healthcare, Money if we don’t work, and there is a host of care organisations. / But in rural and isolated villages in Africa, poor means something different. Little or No Food, very little clean water or Polluted water, No cloths, No electric, No healtcare and no hope, is wat poor is. I give God thanks each day for a tap that gives me clean water, and plenty of food. It is my mission to not only share the good news contained in the word of God, but also to meet the needs of the poor, and demonstrate God great love to the people. Please feel free to Join me and the Work of God in The isolated villages of Africa. Visit our Charity website for information, Video clips and Photograph’s. http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Please visit a great Artist at: / http://www.redbubble.com/people/digitaldrool.
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This Is part of the Mars Attacks series Part 6 Yool Yool what the hells all the screaming about? / I hear someone down the street shouting like their crazy. / Do you see anything down there? / Oh no David I can’t see that far anyway I think its the next block over. / Why don’t we just take a walk and see what its about. / I’ll tell my wife we’ll be right back and maybe you get Mike. / Oh by the way where was she at I thought she was with Trudi. / Last time I saw them they were both in the kitchen making breakfast. / I’ll meet you here you go get Mike and let me tell my wife we will be back. / Hey Trudi wheres my wife at I ? I thought she was in here? / No she’s in the bathroom crying she’s real scared. / Then tell her I will be right back Yool and Mike and I, are going to the next block we heard some screaming there. / Maybe you take a look and tell her to come out. / I think that will take too long my friend I see her in an hour. / Can I come with you too I need a break from here? / Well come on then,, but then again she’ll freak out if no ones here. / We’ll be right back just tell her we have gone to get some food. / Hey Trudi thanks a lot don’t worry we wont die. / Hey Mike hey Yool lets take the truck I think its a lot faster. / So off we go to the next block to see what all the noise is. / Hey Dave pull over thats the sound I think that we all heard. / Its coming out of that house their screaming like their crazy. / Hey take the gun no thats not cool they said no gun ever! / Ok then how about my baseball bat that ought to be ok? / Well Mike I think we better just go with empty hand just incase there’s something there that think we want to harm them. / Hey Yool you stay in the truck and we will be right back! / Hell no I don’t want to sit alone and miss all the fun. / Then get in back and let the men see what the fuss is all about! / Hello is anyone in here? We hear your screaming the next block over. / And then real loud a voice calls out come down stairs and and make sure your feet are covered there’s shit all about. / Mike go’s first and then I go and Yool brings up the rear. / And to my surprise the whole place stinks like someone took a poop. / Standing there with a bucket is this lovely sight. / With Blond hair and a knock out body and she’s got a dog by her side. / Hey my names David this is Mike and thats Yool in the corner. / So why you making all this noise we though you’d been attacked. / I was thats my husband thats stinking up the place. / He was in the back yard looking for some salad. / And then this thing came out of no where and bit him on his hand! / And then 10 minutes later he was lying there dead. / Oh by the way what’s your name? / Oh my friends call me Nature Lover. / I am sorry for you loss my friend now lets get your husband covered. / Why don’t you come out of this house now that your all alone. / You can come over to my house every body from the neighborhoods staying there. / And bring your dog we got one there and he needs the company too. / Pick up a few thing that you need to take with you and don’t forget your blankets. / And we will take a closer look out in your back yard. / Hey Yool your quite the expert on them little thing so take a look at everything and tell me what you see. / Mike take your camera an get some shots of anything that strange. / Will do my friend I got it covered RedBubble will love this stuff. / LOL hey Mike your still thinking about RedBubble I think we got bigger problems! / Well you never know where this will go and I guess this will be a favorite. / Damn Mike your still looking for a feature! / Hey David!! Yool screams out get over her right now!! / And sure enough Miss Yools keen eyes have found the little killer. / Oh my what’s that its looking like its ready for a fight. / It was a Cone plant Yool tells me but now its something else. / Is it talking or is that just the wind that I hear. / Yep its talking in some language I can’t make it out my friend. / What the hells going on this plants talking to us now? / I think were going to have some changes in the future Dave. / Hey Mike get a shot of this your cameras got a video too? / This little things speaking some language maybe someone knows what it is back at home. / Damn Dave too bad RedBubbles not doing video yet this would be a killer! / Well Mike make sure you don’t touch that thing or you could end up like the husband! / Ok lets get the hell out of here this place is making me nervous. / So grab that stuff for Nature Lover and lets get the hell out of here!! / So Yool how the hell can a plant talk thats the first time I ever saw that! / Well David they have a life so why not? / You ever listen to a plant or tried to feel for it? I think if we listed well they might give us a fright! / I think were going to see a lot of new things soon to come, so keep an open mind my friend there more magic soon to come!! / These things what ever they are, are going to change our planet! / End Of part 6 /
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This is not one of the flowers from my show and poems for her but will be in my book. Cast into this web of life I choose to find my way. / Surrounded by all types of spoils to rob me of my faith. / I search in all directions for one hand of help. / And all that I seem to find is men who are corrupt. / Where are the men of virtue with eyes set to the prize. / Who seek the same as I do truth, love and family pride. / Surrounded by the virtueless with eyes of bad intent. / I strive to find a better way as I struggle to exist. / I look to you for my guidance to see me on my way. / And give me strength to find the light to keep my family strong. / Without you there in my life I fail to all I love. / So now I am down on my knees to say that you are loved. / Thank you my friend for all you give to me.
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This is not one of the flowers from my show and poems for her but will be in my book. I kiss your lips my lovely dove your trembling in my arms. / Your here tonight to give yourself it’s you that wants not I. / You settle into my arms and touch my face so soft. / And then you kiss me on my neck and tell me I am loved. / You come to me my precious love your hands shake from your fear. / You touch me where you’ve never gone I feel your pounding heart. / I hear you say that its ok you want this more than I. / But my love for your virtue tonight I must deny. / I want you too my body says my mind says this is wrong. / I want to hold you in my arms as any man would do. / But something says I need to wait until that time is right. / And look at you with loving eyes and not with shame tonight. / I feel like we are cheating two kids out in the car. / But here we are both adults but love this isn’t right. / I want to say please baby lets just wait awhile. / And then when your my lovely wife I’ll know the time is right. / And then I’ll look you in the eyes without one ounce of doubt.
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“O my Luve’s like a red, red rose” O MY Luve’s like a red, red rose / That’s newly sprung in June! / O my Luve’s like the melodie / That’s sweetly play’d in tune! As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, / So deep in luve am I; / And I will luve thee still, my dear, / Till a’ the seas gang dry? Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, / And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; / I will luve thee still, my dear, / While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve! / And fare thee weel awhile! / And I will come again, my Luve, / Tho’ it were ten thousand mile. ~ Robert Burns Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland’s favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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http://www.philadelphia33.org/ This is a tulip closeup. I love the Orange colour, and the different shades. Comments Please, even if you don’t like it. Any suggestions on how to improve is greatly welcome.
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PLEASE VISIT MY CHARITY MISSION WEBSITE http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Seagull in full flight. Taken in Wanstead Park East London. This was taken with my new lens that my sister bought me, for my return mission in Rural villages in Africa on 9th October. It is a canon 70-300mm IS USM zoom. I love the Image stableizer. not bad ether in low light. 100% of all my art sales goes towards The help and recuse of extreme poor and sick in Rural and isolated villages in Africa. Please when you have spare time, visit the mission website: Click link below: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Link to all my work. / http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1
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