
Publication Announcement
I am pleased to have a poem of mine featured in another anthology published by the Peterborough Poetry Project. The editor of the anthology describes it as “[A]n anthology of postcard poetry (“Post Script”) with postcard poems, essays, and a little history of postcards and postcard poetry in the U.S.”
As soon as I saw the call for submissions, I knew had to submit because I love the idea of postcard poetry. (Getting a postcard in the mail was a very big deal when I was a kid.) The call required each poem be written on a postcard and mailed to the editor. The two poems I wanted to submit were inspired by family photographs, so I used Zazzle to create actual postcards to mail.
Companion Pieces
I wrote the two poems as companion pieces, which is how I’m sharing them here. “Velma” is the one that appears in the anthology.

Candia, New Hampshire, 1926: Velma
Velma stands wary
newly wed, emigrated
Candia homestead
splintered clapboards, reclaimed fields
speak of loss, the story’s end

Candia, New Hampshire, 1926: Ronald
Ronald with prospects
up-and-coming engineer
Candia homestead
put it on the auction block
when the last great-uncle dies

So, Where Does Poetic License Come In?
While the facts of the family history are accurate, I changed Ronald’s attitude to make for a better story, and I feel guilty.
I hadn’t heard of postcard poetry, a lovely idea. I have been collecting picture postcards since I was eight. None of them have poems on, but the messages tell a history.
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Curating the postcards with their messages as a collection could be a form of found poetry!
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I love the idea and may have to “borrow” it? I’ve got a stack of postcards from my travels and perhaps it is time they find new homes. Now I shall have to collect the addresses of where to send them. Most of the people I would generally send them to are not into poetry…
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So much with so few words. I’m also drawn to this idea. I’ve inherited the postcards sent to Grandma Leora, starting when she was a girl, from her own mother and grandmother, and even siblings. lump in throat
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Maybe you could do something with those postcards?
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Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I have journal entries written by my first ancestor to immigrate to America. The original copies are in Swedish but they have been translated. I have thought of building a story around that. I even read a series of books written about those who were immigrants to America at about that same time. Like those in the books, she crossed the sea in a ship, crossed Canada down to America and from Minnesota by covered wagon until they reached Washinton State.
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That would be wonderful if you could build a story around your ancestor’s journal entries.
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That is what I would call a living inheritance. A real treasure.
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congrats on the publication! a clever kind of poetry…
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Thank you very much, Jim!
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you are welcome, Liz!
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Such a cool idea, and such a clever way to respond. Congratulations! I particularly love the postcard of Velma, as well as the poem that you wrote to go with it. Fantastic. Though I do wonder about the end.
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Thank you, Merril. It seems disconcerting to me for someone starting a new life in a new country to be faced with such a sorry end to the farm that had been in the family since 1849.
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Yes, I suppose it must have been. Where did they go?
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Velma emigrated from a farm in Nova Scotia to Arlington, Massachusetts.
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Oh. Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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What a beautiful idea, the postcard poetry!
I love both, Velma and Ronald! …and why feel guilty? Art is art! 😉
xoxo
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Art or no art, I was brought up with a highly-developed sense of guilt. 😉
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I can understand that. Goes for many of us! 😉
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It’s good to know I’m not alone in that!
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Join the guilt club. I thought I was the founding member. 😉
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I’ve been a long-standing member of that club. I pay dues and everything 🙂
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I too love postcards, especially old ones. I like the idea of postcard poetry. You did Velma and Ronald proud.
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Thank you, Darlene. I love old postcards, too, particuarly the hand-tinted ones.
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Evocative poems, evocative photos, and an evocative medium (postcards). Congratulations, Liz!
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Thank you very much, Dave!
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Lovely poems! And what a wonderful idea. Postcards were always so exciting to receive when I was younger. (They still would be but I don’t get any.) 😉
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Thank you, Sarah! The only postcards I receive these days are ads. 😦
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Decidedly less fun.
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Congratulations Liz.. Love your poems !💖
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Thank you very much, Cindy! I’m so pleased you love the poems.
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it’s a pleasure Liz! 💖 Happy to hear!
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The last photo is wonderful, with the stone wall, the old apple trees, and the two tall trees–possibly elms–standing like sentries. And best of all, there’s a dog!!
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I agree! I didn’t see the latter at first, so your comment encouraged me enlarge the last photo even more to see the dog looking towards the photographer. Surely it ran to him or her!
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Maybe it did, or maybe it was told to “stay.” 😌
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Yes, occasionally they listen. 🙂
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🙂
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Thank you, Brad. Seeing what happened to that farm after all the sons left “for business” was just heartbreaking, but I can’t blame them. Farming was a very hard life.
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I love the concept of postcard poetry. And, Liz, your submissions are stories in and of themselves. Well done!
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Thank you so much, Gwen!!
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Congrats, Liz. I always assume poets use fiction elements to help universalize or make anonymous. The loss of family property does happen for a variety of reasons, but it’s kind of you to keep his motives intact by way of explanation. 🙂 The photos are wonderful!
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Thank you very much, Mary Jo. I assume the same thing, but there’s still that feeling of not wanting to be unfair to the memory of the person on whom the fiction is based.
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I like the poetry concept and your pair of mini bios. Why would you feel guilty for poetic license?
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Thank you, Eilene. I think I feel guilty because after I wrote the poem and reread it, I was shocked at how bad I made Ronald look.
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Hmm. It didn’t come across that way to me.
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Whew!
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As a child, I loved to get postcards in the mail too, Liz. Congratulations!
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Thank you, Jill!
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Congratulations! Lovely little verses saying so much.
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Thank you very much!!
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You are welcome.
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I’m from Peterborough Liz! Congratulations on getting your poem published!
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Thank you, Wayne! I had no idea you’re from Peterborough!!
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Congratulations!
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Thank you, Andrew!
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You’re welcome.
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HI Liz, this is a lovely idea for poetry and your two pieces are beautiful reads. Did Roland not want to auction the property then? I’ve never received a postcard in my entire life.
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He was pretty matter-of-fact about it, doing what needed to be done. But he couldn’t bear to part with the personal effects left behind and had to build an addition on his house to put them in.
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I understand then what you mean about attitude. Good poems regardless and I think you always have to take some poetic license when writing, even in autobiographies.
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I always take that poetic license (always have), but that doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty in some instances.
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Good job
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Thank you!!
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Congratulations Liz! Nice belated birthday present.
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Yes, indeed!
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Congrats, Liz!!
Nice to see so few words explaining the images from the past!!
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Thank you very much, GP!
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As you always do, Liz – you have me thinking several thoughts about the themes that have come out of this discussion. As we move along our time line, our desire to look back increases because there is a greater sense of the impermanence of life. I love looking through my father’s photos/postcards and view people (who share my DNA) I will never know. They smile out of the photo and I endeavour to understand their lives, their hopes dreams, their sorrows and difficulties. Postcards crystallize a time and place that will only known through the 4”X6” aging piece of paper. I love that you have used the words of poetry to give life to your postcards. Congratulations on the publishing of your poems.
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Thank you very much for your thoughtful comments, Rebecca. It’s disconcerting to think of how many people I will never know who share my DNA. I’ve been thinking more and more about the impermanence of life lately.
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I don’t think it makes Ronald sound bad, either. 🙂
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Thank you, Nora. Maybe I’m hypersensitive. 😉
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Why feel guilty? Characters when they move to paper, acquire a life of their own…
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My head understands that; my gut objects from time to time.
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It’s all right. Who’ll win? Your head or your gut?
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At this point, my head is winning.
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LOL. Shouldn’t it be 50/50? 😉
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Head wins out for writing and publication; then gut feels guilty. 😉
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LOL. A typical conflict. Apply the “winner takes all strategy.” If the head wins, gut must shut up. 😉
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😀
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When I go to a Flee Mkt. in the future I shall look at those old Post Cards in a different light. Happy Christmas to you and yours up there in the Free State.
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Thank you. Unfortunately, we are far from free with Covid surging like wildfire through the unvaccinated. Hubby and I are still sheltering in place.
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First of all, congratulations! And second, I enjoyed reading these poems and seeing the pictures along with them. I think poetic license is okay – you shouldn’t feel guilty 🙂
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Thank you very much–on all counts! 🙂
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These are lovely, Liz. Such a shame that postcards have fallen out of fashion.
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Yes, it is. I still have a lot of postcards. I should try to do something with them.
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I did have quite a collection in an album. Now I’m wondering where I put it!
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I have them pretty much tucked away all over the place.
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Congratulations on the success of your postcard poetry. You may have used poetic license and felt guilty about Ronald’s poem but, to me, both poems came across as very real and true to the times they lived in. Life was hard and hard decisions often had to be made, particularly on farms.
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Thank you very much, Mandy. I appreciate your understanding.
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Congratulations, Liz. Another feather on your cap.
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Thank you very much, Jo!
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Dear Liz,
i like the vintage images 😀
Best regards
Bernhard
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Thank you, Bernhard. Lucky for me, previous generations of my mother’s family were enamored of photo-taking.
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What a cool idea, Liz! Congrats!
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Thank you, Eugi!
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Wonderful news, and beautiful poems lovingly illustrated! Thanks for the lovely pause in my day!
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Thank you so much, Dorothy! I’m so glad you enjoyed the poems.
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These are wonderful. Our world, long ago, as we became ‘civilized’. I love what you saw in their eyes, their posture, in the photos.
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Thank you so much, Jacqui! I did write what I saw.
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Two well written pieces, rightfully companions in that they both portray loss
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Beautiful, Liz!
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Thank you, Meryl!!
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That’s such a great way to gather submissions, Liz. I love that idea and it’s so cool that you turned the photos into postcards for the project. Poetic liscense is fine. The story is key. 🙂 Congrats on the publication!
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Thank you, Diana–and for affirming that the story is key!
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🙂
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Sometimes one just needs a bit of poetic licence – and it works so well here!😀
Liz, like so many others here I’m drawn to by Postcard Poetry format and one I look forward to playing around with – maybe even in actual postcards! You tell poignant stories with just a few lines – wonderful!
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Thank you so much, Annika!! I would love to see the results of your postcard poetry play!
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Wonderful! I’m also of an age that enjoys postcards. I still buy and send them. And I’ve never before thought of them as a vehicle for poetry and essays; I tend to focus on the visual image. You’ve opened my writing and reading world yet again, Liz. Kudos on your publication in the anthology!
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Thank you on all counts, Ranee! And how wonderful that you still buy and send postcards!! I’ll bet the recipients are thrilled to receive them.
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Congratulations, Liz!
I can read/see why Velma is the winner!
Don’t feel guilty!
Although I wonder if you hadn’t changed Ronald’s attitude, would he have been a winner, too?
Great writes, Liz!
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Thank you very much, Resa! Ronald would have been the dutiful son, the last male in his patrilineal line, stuck with dealing with the estates of all those dead relatives.
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Congratulations, Liz! I enjoyed your excerpts here–and I’m fascinated by the idea of postcard poetry.
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Thank you very much, Cecelia!!
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That’s a really neat idea! Congratulations on getting your poems published!
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Thank you very much!!
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Congratulations, Liz! Well done!
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Thank you, Mark!
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The poetry is a perfect match for the postcards. They reflect hope, yet loss. You are truly a terrific poet, Liz. Congratulations!
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Thank you so much, Jennie!
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You are most welcome, Liz!
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Congratulations on the publication Liz. The poems do very well in capturing the flavour of a whole life in a few lines.
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Thank you very much, Andrea!
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I love the way your work fits in with your family history…so interesting!
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Thank you, Valerie! I’ve had plenty of inspiration in that regard in the past few years.
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Great photos. No time for guilt in a poet! Just share what is in your heart and let-er-fly! :>)
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Thanks for the encouragement, Dwight! (I always have time for guilt. 😉 )
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You must have had a strict religious upbringing! :>) You are welcome!
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I had a religious upbringing, but I wouldn’t say it was strict–just guilt-inducing.
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Seems it sometimes works that way. I still have a few shadows of guilt, from my background, lurking around myself.. (This might be a great line for a future poem!)
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Yes, it might!
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Love the poems of family history homesteading in Canada!
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Thank you, Dwight! Candia is actually in New Hampshire (just two towns over from me).
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Oh, I thought is was a nickname for Canada!! LOL
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Ha ha!
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