1.
Something lately I do not sleep:
It is terrible to fall asleep to me - scared in a dream.
Every evil forest is all a dream,
Strange monsters climb to me.
2.
I only fall asleep, I see different dreams:
Like, I live in the forest like a monk
Silently sneak there forest elves
In soft boots, green pants.
3.
They walk past - not even a crunch.
The eared squad comes to visit.
I meet nice neighbors
Though a monk, but the guests are also happy.
4.
A wonderful thing: in the detachment, only maidens.
Maybe they have matriarchy there?
I ask them the question: "So are all of you women here?"
Those just laugh and look strange.
5.
The face is beautiful, with a nice figure.
Sit at the table: "Treat us, monk!"
Eat sweet, all healthy "fools"
Something is bulging in everyone in the pants.
6.
Sharp ears and dark skin,
As if frost glistens in hair.
Everything, in my opinion, is similar to each other.
Wonderful speeches are heard in their mouths.
7.
Though hard, I understand their speech:
You can gossip for life and for everything.
Hearing pricked, I hear their stories:
Bylyam forest and about that and about that.
8.
Maiden one among all stood out
Article and power, sadness in the eyes.
Whatever commands, that hour is performed
Quickly and clearly - not so in a hurry.
9.
Sits, usually, at the table, only, with me,
He stares, listens to the words.
As if joking, suddenly, will touch his hand.
Immediately as the spark will pass on the hands!
10.
It is nice and lovely to sit with her,
As if we have known her for many years.
Only, really, very much to me,
With an hour will be, and, here, - it is not.
11.
Maybe your eye on me "put"?
It hurts, really, a gentle shine in those eyes.
I am a monk, an eternal servant of God:
I carry my cross “for honor, not for fear”!
12.
Humble body, I beg your pardon:
Fasting, temperance is my eternal lot.
Women did not know - I am afraid of transgressions,
But he looked at the elf with delight!
13.
It is impossible to tear off her eyes:
Pulls me to her magic magnet.
The heart is jumping, then dying cautiously,
The way the hunted beast roars!
14.
Yesterday came to visit again,
To boast about military success:
For a long time in the forest one gang wandered,
But they caught the scouts of all.
15.
Just returned, hurried to me,
Again confusing my peace in silence.
“What is your name maiden?” “Darmila.”
So that means: give the mercy of the soul?
16.
I see, and the maiden is getting worse and worse:
Wounds opened, weakening completely.
Tea only drinks in the mouth and dinner does not go,
Heat appeared, she needed to bed.
17.
"Dara, lie down: I will examine your wounds,
I clean and sew the seams,
I will bring the ointment, I will pray for the protection,
Instead sit sit in the legs. "
18.
At night, wandering, quite poplohela:
Heat burns and fights in delirium.
I rub her body with warm water,
And undressing myself for trouble.
19.
He took off his boots, took off his pants ... and dumbfounded:
Am I in a show or, nevertheless, in a dream?
I, as a man, have this “thing”
How could a maiden grow a dick ?!
20.
Long and straight with an open head,
Large eggs are pressed to the feet.
Although it was very embarrassing to wipe
Still decided, wiped, well, and there ...
21.
Maiden's pussy just below opened:
Gentle sponges, round light fluff ...
I will go to the corner, I will pray: “God, dear,
Forces to return, to correct my shock "!
22.
I had never heard such a miracle
That there was a woman "that" and "that."
When I finished praying, I left the house,
To cool your thoughts, then
23.
Long sat on the porch, thinking
About miracles that are happening in the forest.
Who is she, my guest forest,
How am I going to carry my cross?
24.
After I went in and lay down near Dara,
Immediately fatigue overcame me.
In the morning I jumped up: I needed to do broths ...
So I sat next to the virgin for three days.
25.
My wounds to her, dressing me,
I apply ointment and decoction,
Sweaty body wipe with water
A sympathetic nurse with her.
26.
I do not grumble, these efforts in joy.
The heart languishes in the chest:
Virgin touch - such a delight!
What awaits us with her in front?
27.
Without holding back, gently stroking her feet,
Dick, and vagina, and chest, and abdomen.
It can be seen, our roads converged with her,
Came out in fate here is a sharp turn.
28.
Worldly adversity will not separate us
I am attached to her soul forever!
Let them reproach: we are each other freaks
She is an elf, I am a simple person.
29.
To me, she is more beautiful than all beauties:
No matter how I look, everything caresses my eyes.
The blood boils and ud stone
Here it is, the fate of the sentence!
30.
Hellish threshold opened before me
Paradise sweetness promises to both of us.
He went to the forest, but fell into the tartare,
My holiness vanished like smoke.
31.
My mind broke my mind,
Hellfire of my will is stronger!
How easily I fell into disgrace to God:
Sinful thoughts have become milder to me.
32.
How tired I am with the temptation to fight!
At night I pray, strengthening my spirit.
I will come to the maiden - and I am ready to surrender again,
The cries of pleading erupt out loud ...
33.
Time passed, the patient began to grow stronger:
The heat receded, the face cleared
Breathes an equal. I shine with happiness,
With new hope, I go to the porch
34.
In the forest for grass, for mushrooms, raspberries,
Bitter bark and pine needles.
I cook her tea, with a pretty face,
Ointment and food - for his beloved.
35.
A day later, my Dara woke up
Looks unseeing, as if in a dream,
After a moment the whole started
And she reached out to me. (eroticspace)
36.
Gently pressed and hair strokes
Whispers are barely audible, but what, I do not understand ...
In the heart of delight and delight ...
I kiss myself and, too, squeeze.
37.
So it happened, down with all the torment!
Closely pressed, the bodies merged ...
Gentle speeches, smiles, kissing ...
It seems that we have been waiting for each other all our lives!
38.
Hands wander completely without restraint,
Stroking lovingly and chest and abdomen.
I am like a string, my end is impatient,
The gift of his hand gently so squeezes.
39.
After, resolutely to crack,
Dips inside, and - he is already there.
An hour of ecstasy, delight comes:
In the sea of love we are sailing on the waves!
40.
Down, and then up I fly on the ridges,
Feel the flesh, elasticity and pain:
Immediately in heaven and hell I stay.
God, let me stay here forever!
41.
I feel in my loins the volcano is brewing
Accumulating, ripening avalanche flow.
After the fountain flies out of the vent,
Shot jet in Darina flowed.
42.
Into the realm of bliss we fly away together,
Whisper each other funny words ...
As if, from the hard work we rest ...
This was repeated more than once or twice ...
43.
So we lived in love for three weeks,
In happiness, swimming, as in the sun rays.
They breathed and drank and ate together
As a joke fought on sharp swords.
44.
The two went to the forest to hunt:
Bird and beast get for lunch.
We bathed and steamed in the bath on Saturday ...
So I forgot my vow of God.
45.
Well, at night, as soon as it gets dark,
We indulged in magical love.
Dara gave me everything she has -
Just whisper, just, just call!
46.
In a love affair, she was a dock:
Where to caress, where to rub, how to enter.
I have not heard a word of reproach,
With her getting to know the pleasures of the way.
47.
With her, I studied and "lying" and "standing"
"From above" and "from below", and "in the ass" and "in front of."
Passed passionately before the "howl of a wolf"
Without forgetting, at the same time, and mouth.
48.
How to suck, lick and pochmokat, -
I passed this science seriously.
And I myself had to hunt
Again studying the "anal question".
49.
Dara did not know about mercy:
Oil anoint, prisunet and "rushing."
Oh, I have suffered in the subject of "anal",
As if the fire inside me burns.
50.
Well, his lips skillfully,
And the tongue fluttered like a snake.
She took in skillfully and “deliciously”,
There I was buried in vexation.
51.
I can't describe the book,
Our delights "fill the palace"!
Soon the end of this love affair
In the world everything comes to an end.
52.
At night, the elf came rushing along with "anxiety":
The enemy appeared in the nearby forest.
Darmila quickly gathered on the road
And ran, tucked braid.
53.
For five long days I languished in alarm:
Measured unable to sleep or eat.
In the morning there were steps on the threshold,
Here, and waited for the sad news.
54.
Also, inaudibly, a detachment appeared,
Mournfully brought to the house stretchers with a raincoat.
Cloak carefully down on the floor, -
Dead Dara lay on him.
55.
I stopped measuring, crying and struggling,
Next to the deceased collapsed on the floor ...
Mournfully the procession went away ...
I looked after him, and the detachment went and walked ...
56.
So he was sitting "a statue of the dead"
An hour or two, or ten hours.
After, went for the rope
The door is gently closed on the bolt.
57.
Here, and the hour of reckoning came cruel:
Time to pay bills for sins.
“It’s a long time not to be lonely there
Dara, I - soon, wait for me there "!
58.
However sinful it is, but the reckoning comes,
No matter how cool, there is a rope end.
The neck is in a loop so trustingly enters-
All sinful worthy crown.
59.
"Together with you, we indulged in love,
Together brought us to fate.
You wait, so little left.
Together forever, I - here he is, and ...
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What about family?
- No, I'm for the foundations,
Family, that holy.
There are only three of us:
My husband, son and me.
But you can also
After all, you are cautious?
Everything is simple and difficult ...
Today is my "hour".
Put on the same mask
Let there be a fairy tale day
Why do we need excuses?
We live only once.
Let's dance
TangO, let's talk,
Mentally, not in sue -
I love dancing.
You are very sensual,
Until women hunt.
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Bravo! +10
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Author flattered, thank you.
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Zhenya, I confess I did not expect such a turn of events, well, I'm talking about hermaphroditism. Honestly, from the beginning it strained, yet I am too traditional. But you were so able to describe the feelings, and the sensations that you yourself wanted to be in this forest, and then we will understand what goes where and with what :)) The final is of course sad. I wanted to cry straight. For hesitations, desires, excitement and tears - of course 10.
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I wanted an unusual tale, who knows, maybe this is the first and last publication. I admit, I have secret pets: these are just elves and skaters. So I decided to combine two in one. I do not know how it happened. You judge. It was written for a long time, intermittently, with difficulty and mental agony. I ask you to judge honestly, I will understand any statement. Thanks for the comment, I tried.
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Eugene, why so sad? Ah, the poets ...
That way I will be taught to love poems on this site) 10!
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What to do, without sadness does not always work, as, indeed, in life. Want to join our ranks? I would be glad to join! As an intelligent man said: “Words are in lines, like bullets in a clip, and the poet is a sniper sending them right on target.” Thank you for your appreciation, you spoil me.
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Your bullet hit right on target!
We spoil deservedly!
Rows of poets? No, I'm an inveterate romantic-proizaik in every sense)
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You have a talent))) - 10
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Well, that you, Katyusha, I, just, a self-made rhymer. Glad you liked it, thanks for the feedback.
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Eugene, I have already reread your ballad five times. You can not do it this way. I ask you, and the majority of the female population of the site will support me, make an alternative continuation for us. The heroine is probably already pregnant. Let them give birth to children))) Please))) Send a crow for living and dead water.
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No, Katyushka, for nothing. I, deep down, an evil and cunning ruin of my own heroes. Now I will sit at night and mourn their fate. This is a kind of tear therapy under the slogan:
The more tears, the more relief -
In tears and treatment lies!
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Do not say no, tell me what you think. Yes?)))
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Katyushka, you just take me to death. Well, well, I'll think about it.
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Do not think for a long time. Forge while hot. Sit back, close your eyes, Relax. See the fog? Now it will dissipate. Appeared vague outlines. Now they will turn into images. This is your ballad. Already easily distinguishable main characters. One scene slowly replaces another. Take your time and do not interfere in the course of events. Be patient. Well, that's a tragic denouement. Death of the heroine. It remains a bit and ... Stop. We wind off a little back. Cut off. Can not be thrown away. Someone may find. Take a hammer and break it into many small pieces. And now in the furnace for remelting. Melted? Prepare the form ... Filled. It hardens. Well, then strike while it’s hot.
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Put pressure on the author, dear Katyusha. If the images appear in your head write. We are pleased to read the continuation of the ballad in your performance, even if it is prose.And Zhenya, we still write other ballads, with other heroes and heroines. He's a talent. The main thing, Zhenya, write.
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Some consider it normal to interfere in someone else's conversation. I have always believed that - this is a bad form.
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Katya, don't be angry with Marina: she is so jealous, we are friends with her. Here, especially for you two verse impromptu.
If you need a happy ending,
I'll draw this moment!
That all lived and laughed,
So that in butter cheese rolled.
The house is a huge garden
The dog meets at the gate,
A bunch of kids under the bush -
There is an elven orphanage.
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Of course, I am jealous, of course I don’t even breathe :)) You dedicate all the verses, but what about me? Thank you Yurochka, a kind soul, pleases.
What do we need sharp threads? Can I post something from the unpublished. But I remember you said then, no need to continue.
And about the bad taste, Katyusha, Maybe. It just seemed to me that there was a discussion of the work of the author, and not a private conversation.
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Hmm, I have been waiting for your publication for a long time. A very long time. But the pleasure while reading, and the feeling of delight after - compensated everything with interest.
Thank you.
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Thanks for the flattering appreciation, glad to be pleased.
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Eugene ... I support Katya ... the continuation of the soul asks! so that the hero's rope is broken !!! It is easy to read, the image is drawn before your eyes, and you want more and more ... Your imagination is simply inexhaustible! Loved it!
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Thank you Tasha! I already answered Katyushka, you can read. And what then after all the continuation? ... I remembered a song from a distant childhood:
“And the father-prosecutor is crying over the green grave.” You did not sing such fulyuganskuyu?
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Well, wait. How many do not hide and do not escape from fate!
Well done, and yes even in verse! Very, very happy.
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Thanks for the feedback. And I do not write prose: either poetry or nothing. This is my karma.
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Bravo, bravo, bravo! All turn to poetry. How am I worse? Only the fact that instead of a kilt - a skirt? So this is not an argument!
Sat, brow wrinkled in thought
Ballad at night wrote
But that's all ... Poems finished
and you showed it to all.
Not easy to be a poet
do not just put in the Internet
all that you have grown in summer
what will be the answer there!
Hands shaking, throat dry
and the moderator is silent
Well, they're all shrunk
Well, the soul, the soul hurts.
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And the answer is: published!
Now you have to wait for evaluation
I sit as a prisoner, I am all shackled
When they start reading me.
Who will be the first? How to evaluate?
Will write or keep silent ...
Is this fate worth wishing?
Well, in the soul the fire burns.
Send estimates - feel better ...
ok, even good!
But the dilemma is not enough for them
Continue asking about her ...
How were her children born
How to bring them together
common dilemma in the world
everywhere we want to have a happy end ...
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Oh, oh, my sparring partner has appeared, please - please, we haven't been diving for a long time. You went somewhere in the shade. Where are your little "Themes", I already missed them? About Marina, in general, I am silent: everything has become so correct, it has uprooted all its themes, like wormwood in the garden. Maybe the treatise is quietly shredding: “A pleia of images of great lovers and mistresses in modern marininsky prose”? ...
Thanks for the feedback and couplets.
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Yes, the last time I tried to uncover the topic touched by another author. I was gouged and I was “scared”, and lately there is no time (strange pun). I still go, I read. In the course of affairs on the site. But for some reason I keep quiet. Maybe like Takazuk - nothing more to say? I do not know. Although pulls to continue, well, my husband forbids. He entered under my login and mildly chastised ...
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Old husband, menacing husband,
Cut me, burn me.
I am not afraid of you,
No knife, no fire! (Old romance)
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Again I got into someone else's conversation. Despite the bad taste. Dear Celestine, as you accurately noticed the agony of the authors. With this, the excitement does not seem to decrease with each subsequent story, but only increases.
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And I do not mind. Just think that there is a conversation for everyone. Well, if something else ... there is a personal.
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ten! Straight without talking! I have no words! BRAVO!
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Thanks to the great fantasy, thank you.
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Our Evgeny is a clever guy
He reads everything, scribes everything
I see in your Marina
He is not silent with me.
Is he probably a reader?
Suddenly thought mine
Cool critic, not a writer
Anyone who writes under the moon?
But one day, all of a sudden, I see
Row of lines row
Passionately love hate
They are fighting everything.
Well, with the initiative, cha Eugene!
Congratulations, accept!
You write poems
Author! You ischo ischo! Write!))))
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Thank you touched!
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Almost Lord Byron!)))
Talent, buried in the ground, as a permanent deposit).
Just have time to dig it out.
Looks like you have time)).
+10.
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Who came, great tennis player! And also with balsam. I already shine like a cat after sour cream. So unwind to the second publication.
Thank you for your appreciation.
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Ten! Everyone was shown how to write! Wonderful piece! I, frankly, was so fascinated by the plot that I remembered that it was a dream, only re-reading a second time. It's good that everyone is alive - and everything is a dream ...
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Thanks for the feedback and appreciation, you are the most attentive reader ...
As you can see, very few people read poems: 259 views, and a number of stories - 3 thousand, 7 thousand and more views. Accordingly, there can not be many assessments. Here, such a fate of the poet.
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Well, what can I say, Eugene? Of course I bow before the talent and PATIENCE to write such a great poem. I do not enter into polemics of discussions. Liked - and the point. Although you have poems read NOT EASY
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Nata, who forces you to engage in public controversy? Do not want - do not write in a personal that you are strained, where hard to read. It is important for me to hear the remarks of my fellow writer (or rather, sisters). Write, do not hesitate, I wrote to you ... Thanks for the feedback, glad that you liked it.
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and yes, by the way, proceeding from the name, I just expected fantasy
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So, behind the stern gaze of the stern critic, who cooled the hot authorial heads with a single tub of water, the ardent poetic heart was beating)))
I subscribe to every comment, to all the poems written in your address, and look forward to further "breakthroughs" - let the author's fever triumph, criticism over prudence! Amen! In a sense, budmo!))))))
Threat of course, not poems, of course, Spring does not seem, of course, sluggish, rude and flattering - but true. +10, definitely))))))
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I answered you, and he ran down.
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Eugene!
Well, just a delight! Rhyme - above all praise. I somehow did not really any hermaphroditic things, but then just moved to tears. Such a love! It was necessary to specify the category of romance. And the end is so sad: ((((((Write, PLEASE, the continuation, so that the hero remains alive !!! And let Darmira come to life! The fairy tale ...
I add to my favorites.For the first time in my chosen poems.
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Thanks for the enthusiastic feedback. I agree, it was possible to specify the "romance". As for the continuation, it is unlikely that this poem is “burned with a hot rod on my heart” and cannot be changed. (I know - I know your commitment to a happy end). By the way, the heroine name is Darmila - giver of mercy. You are welcome to read the Midnight Intrigue.
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Grand Merci for “ardent poetic heart”! ... I didn’t quite understand, the phrase before the assessment is in whose address? Thank you for the rating and wish, but no fever will not. I planned only one publication, but could not resist and made the second one. That's all. Read on Monday "Midnight Intrigue."
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This is in my address - you see how fun life is, I comment, I scold myself. As the saying goes: “I p'yu myself, I walk myself, I steal myself, I kick myself” (c)
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Just a great poem. Loved it. Thank you very much. A bit embarrassed, however, in the 40th stanza “up and then down” - the image is understandable, but it could be said differently, more competently. But everything else is beyond praise.
Here is my answer to you - and at the same time to lovely women who really want a happy ending in a love story:
Yes, half-elven half-men
Tolkien only live,
Where is unfamiliar word “bitch”
And my friend and wife will not betray.
No lutheni in this world
And Beren - no matter how sad!
And even dear Darmila
Can not save the human world.
Cry, earthly virgins,
Until the husbands see you,
In a world where elves died,
Where so sad Ero-Tale!
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Bravo, Sergey! Well, here is another fellow writer. Thanks for the feedback.
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Hmmm ... stern critic?
No ... already the author himself and Poems.
Bravo!!!
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Tin as it is !!! And why not these as their Avatars? Dinosaurs rulez, elves obsolete cattle.)))))))))))
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Mental since you left.
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Thanks for the tip, no one has looked here for a long time.
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