when visits become rare, to reach out to me, Dont worry grandpa, youre way past old,Im your creation, you made me this bold.Even at your age, your birthday still counts,Heres a calculator, for your discounts.Just want to make sure, your b-day is cheerful,Survived all those wars, nothing youre fearful.For an old man, you deserve plenty of credit,Font size of this poem, I just had to edit.Sorry grandpa, making fun of you is easy,Your ancient jokes are beyond even cheesy.So happy birthday, you old fart,We have loved you, from the very start. Your love was unconditional, it was blind. My grandfather died from a heart attack. Weve compiled a compilation of poems about grandpa that will make him grin and his day memorable. Whether you lost your grandpa decades ago or just this last week, here are some memory grandpa poems to remember him by. The words convey the comforting message that loved ones who have died live on through the beauty of the natural world, even if they're no longer here in person. so he could look his best, We go forward only with happy and wonderful memories Always equipped with your faithful wet suit and body board Sitting on his bed with a rollie in his hand, As we say goodbye, Grandfather, we recall the joy and the laughter. but that day when I walked through that door to discover a new me He just had to rest. Then chest and sleepy arms once more fell slack . And men worked hard to build the rails After so many days of work and waking, And a true volunteer So the question at hand; does the old man dying, reflect on the time traveller surviving. He is your lifes superhero. but grandpa doesnt care. The way we will always remember you When I am grown and on my own, When I pretend, Im Grandpa old?Like him, I play, Im stem and bold!I don his hat and suit of clothes.And wear his glasses on my nose!His cane I take when I go out.And swing it as I walk about;Oh, rapture! Tween a Grandfather and Grandson. My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,But fishing with my grandpa is the best ever.I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.I love riding in my grandpas boat, too.The next trip to the lake I dont want to miss.Just being with my grandpa is better than catching fish. There is one poem for each night of the year. 1. Grand-dad youre a handymanIf you cant fix it no one canAnd even though your turning 70It wont stop you from doing plentyYou help out even though we say you shouldntYou do things that we know we couldntYou are kind and funny and sometimes you get madBut it stops us kids from acting so badGranddad we miss you when youre not hereBut at least youll be gardening and not drinking beerYou always encourage people to do their bestAnd you dont get to upset when we leave your house in a complete messIf I, were you, I would be proud?For raising a weird and wonderful crowdFor loving your kids and then theirs tooFor helping people as we would help youAnd we hope you have a great dayAnd that this time is happy in every wayHappy birthday to you and we hope you have funEveryone thinks your brilliant and we love you a tonSo, gather round and lets all shoutBecause we are so privileged to have a man like granddad (grand-dads name) about. Not truly gone poemGrandpa slipped away,Quietly one day.He simply went to sleep,No more to wake or weep.Now we gather hereAnd quietly shed a tear,As we lay him in the ground,No solace to be found.But Grandpas not truly gone,Because his memory lives on,In all of us who loved him,Never to be forgotten. The sun is red, the sky is blue, I cannot stay happy, without disturbing you. I even feel the spirits And all that you mean to me. . I like to walk with Grandpa; wee pebbles bright, Quickly he smiles, slowly he frowns And if it was his last 10 breaths. That makes him know it's time. One thing is for sure, the love of a grandfather is a unique treasure that is never forgotten by their grandchildren. I feel the sun and smell the sea. Poetry By Heart, 13 Orchard Street, Bristol, BS1 5EH 0117 905 5338. info@poetrybyheart.org.uk A phrase said to someone when they are going to sleep. One of the best things you can do is spend precious time with him. When I was a little girl Death took him by the heart. Make the most of your time with grandparents all to soon they are taken away x. The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. You took time to play with me. Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, So many smiling faces I keep looking forward You knew that play was not enough He doesnt say, Now hurry up, Your godly life has made you Up and out, I go to catch a trainFrom the train to work to use my brainKids left behind with little hugsTo wait to see them back in my house.The time screams by oh so quickBefore too long the kidsAre no more around as my sidekicksFor off they go to form new cliques.Time flies by to prepare the dayFor a chance to mend my former ways.For God has granted more little feetTo hug and hold and sweetly greet.No longer does my demanding workDistract me from real lifework.To play, to hold, to encourage, to loveGrandkids that fit like a glove.To never waste the time, Ive been givenHow best to show I no longer shun?The time to play, to encourage, to loveAll that God has given from above. Required fields are marked *. With a new set of tools good night, my sweet! I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie These heartfelt, short poems express the emotions of grandparents through beautiful words. That carried trains out to the west "My Papa's Waltz" by Theodore Roethke. Softly as you leave us, So you're soft hands embraced but slow. I love you, Father, on this day Hun, as you know, 9 years ago the future fell apart for me. but there are times when you arent here- 2. I'd tell him, Goodbye Grandfather. There is a man Singing and cheering with bright red cheeks A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, I help him in the garden cause poems for a funeral. One after one; the sound of rain, and bees See all. It begins with a familiar scene, and something weve probably all endured at some point: Shakespeare goes to bed, but his mind is running wild and keeping him from dropping off. Funeral poems for grandad can be read at the funeral on their own or incorporated into a speech. The poor mans wealth, the prisoners release, Looking down on all of us and not asking questions why. My old grandpa is a champ,He knows how to hike and camp.He is just as tough as nails,Knows a lot, and lots of tales.My old grandpa speaks his mind,More than once, hes been fined.Knows how to get the job done,Even in the burning sun.My old grandpa is my buddy,Not afraid to get bit muddy.He is really, really cool,Enjoying life; his #1 rule. The old home-place still looks good. As we lay to you rest, Grandfather, the tears fall and our hearts remember. I lost his keys in the garage, to welcome me, the time you spend with me, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, , We have some insightful grandfather poems for you if you wish to convey how much you miss your dear grandfather. Perched at the bottom of our beds telling wild tales In this section, well share some truly lovely birthday poems for grandpa with you. To never let any of us fall, You watched over us Hes not good with Nintendo. My ice cream dripped on his good pants, As those tears ran down my race his fishing tackles tangled up, This poem describes a special moment between a young person and his papa. So we give you this, a picture book He was there for everything This is less a poem about sleep than about sleeplessness. . Next story. Your loving granddaughter thinking of you, We are a team; our bond is like glue. your laugh that always A modern lullaby for all lovers gay, straight, young, old. Sleep tight Grandad As time does, it seems to have ticked on Precious grandfather, I love you so much,You kiss my forehead, comforting touch.Whenever you see me, your eyes glow and shine,Youve age gracefully, like a bottle of wine.Im very sad, when theres not enough time,Being away from you, my heart feels a crime.You are always in my thoughts and my mind,Filled with wisdom, to people you are kind.Oh, precious grandfather, just wish to say,Whenever I see you, you brighten my day.Looking forward to the moments well share,Forever your granddaughter, I always be there. Ill pass on your legacy; I turn the next page I pull the plants out with the weeds, A colloquy by Lord Krishna, a Bible of Hindu *Amrita. The lessons in life you shared with me, My heart is full of love, And my soul is all delight. I came down to see you, the night you let go, but I couldn't see you, you needed to go. Building snow men and throwing snow balls in the crisp white snow. Perhaps write down his memories. Along with Gerard Manley Hopkinss I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, perhaps the best depiction of a sleepless night ever expressed in poetry. Then baseball stories I like best. Love you grandpa but grandpa doesnt care. Could be the fish. Grandpas I know that you are the bestI know that you are different from the restWhatever you do shines so brightWith you I feel so good and rightYou have taught me so many things in lifeMany lessons of being so wiseI wish that in next birth I meet youAnd you be my lovely grandpa tooI have no words to express my loveMy love for you is so very trueGrandpa yes, I truly love youThank you for everything! So sleep tight grandadyou are the man, the father and the sonits time to rest now Grandad,you will be missed down here, by everyone. Writing these touching grandpa poems might be your simple way of thanking your grandpa. Sir Philip Sidney, Sonnet 39. Well say goodbye with many tears sleep tight Also found in: Wikipedia . Once you are satisfied reading, you can share it with others or keep it as your personal memorial to your grandfather. Love and Guidance. Pushing us higher and higher on the swings I wont forget the love Id get when Large tinted glasses, colourful knitted ties and an array of hats fit for a king, The way we will remember you He was my favourite Pop of all, it was hard to say goodbye. No matter how many years, Youve finally won this race There are multiple origin theories around the rhyme, specifically the "sleep tight" portion and its relation to "don't let the bedbugs bite." One popular theory suggests that it relates to the way beds were made during the 16th and 17th centuries. Send me a text if a nightmare kicks in and you cannot sleep at night. 1. You always manage to shower us with so much love and care.Your memories are with me even if we ever part,No matter where I go, I always carry them in my heart. The times spent with a grandfather turn into precious memories that are conserved in the heart, even long after they have passed. Sleep wraps us up in lovely delicious rest, and allows us to forget the world. Ill tell of my loving Grandfather, . I wont forget the love Id get when He was a quiet timid man all of 71 years, he died. A Poem for Grandad: The love we have for Grandad, Will never fade away. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, , Its gotten harder and hardersince the day you went awaybut still people keep telling meeverything shall be okayI know deep insidethat its better up therebut were not togetherwhich makes it unfairSeems like yesterdaythat we were togetherthen I opened my eyesto realize gone means foreverIt hurts and it achesits slicing my heartfor the rest of my lifewe shall be apartIm waiting for the futurehoping to seethat when I dieYoull open up those gates for meHaving a Poppywith a heart made of goldis my favorite treasurewhich will never grow oldFamily reunionswill never be the samecause youre not there with usto be stronger I aimYour chair at the tableis empty and coldyou need to come homeI need someone to holdNow that youre goneI have no-one to run toAm I doing this right?please send me a clueI dont understandthe meaning of lifeI cant get this rightKeep getting in strifeDo you knowHow much we all love youDo you realizeHow much I trust YouYoure officially goneBut forever in my heartYou and me Poppytogether, yet apart. Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, 2. to watch us in the games we play. Every daughter likes to think You family was your career, You were there day or night My solitary room I gain. Leave me . Is holding our little hands tightly on brisk spring walks But you didnt mind Ive made a mess out there. All the memories we shared play quietly, says Mama;Let nobody trouble dear Grandpapa.Grandpapas hand is thin and weak;It has worked hard all his days:A strong right hand, and an honest hand,That has won all good mens praise.Kiss it tenderly, says Mama;Let everyone honor Grandpapa.Grandpapas eyes are growing dim;They have looked on sorrow and death;But the love light never went out of them,Nor the courage and the faith.You children, all of you, says Mama,Have need to look up to dear Grandpapa.Grandpapas years are wearing few,But he leaves a blessing behind A good life lived, and a good fight fought,True heart and equal mind.Remember, my children, says Mama,You bear the name of your Grandpapa.. Listening to your wonderful, kind voice painting pictures in our minds, The way we will remember you I just learn how to conquer with a touch of mischief, Create a free online memorial page now. Sleep tight grandad,We know youre finally now at peace,Though you are no longer here,Our love will never cease. Is kind, caring and thoughtful See also: sleep, tight Farlex Dictionary of Idioms. His thoughts wander to the Fair Youth whom he loves. And that he was gone Followed by that little word. A grandpa is a father; a grandpa is a son.A grandpa is a husband; all grandpas are loved.Some grandpas have hair, while others are bald.Some grandpas fish, and others like hunting.A grandpa can be more than just a grandpa though.A grandpa can be a friend who knows how to have fun.All grandpas are special to many other people.But no other grandpa is just like mine.Grandpas are unique in many different ways.No two grandpas are alike.My grandpa might not be like he is now,But even if that happened, I know one thing thats true.My grandpa will always be a special person to me. You can shed tears that he is goneOr you can smile because he has livedYou can close your eyes and pray that he will come backOr you can open your eyes and see all that he has leftYour heart can be empty because you cant see himOr you can be full of the love that you sharedYou can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterdayOr you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterdayYou can remember him and only that he is goneOr you can cherish his memory and let it live onYou can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your backOr you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. My Nanny rang at ten past seven,To tell my Daddy, that youd gone to heaven.To play with Josh, and Luke and Jake,Take them for a walk, by a beautiful lake.But there were tears in Daddys eyes,As he remembered you, as you were in life.He told me of the time, when he came round with Mummy,How you wiped a tear, when he said I was in her tummy.He told me how proud, he was to see me,Sit for the first time, upon your knee.How your wonderful smile, would light up the room,When I came around, on Friday afternoons.Theres no-one like you,There will never be another.Im sorry that youll not meet, my new sister or brother.Im so happy I knew you.But now Im sad that youre gone.My dearest, sweet, Great-Granddad Tom. The repetition of Sweet at the beginning of many of the poems stanzas (or perhaps we should say, the songs verses) helps to create a soothing effect. I thought of all the fun time we had Little sorrows sit and weep . O soft embalmer of the still midnight, To make the greatest dad. I never knew my grandad but wish I had. He takes his photo album I was took that my grandpa did not wake up It comes when you get out of your comfortable chair and make an effort to see what is important to your grandfather. to see our changes throughout the year And for this Im very glad. I CAN STILL MATTER It describes the inevitability of change and can be found in popular culture. Dreaming in the joys of night; for they are many, so we hear. Ok so a time traveller goes back in space gets all up in his grandads face smacks him in the head and the old man is dead. Lay your sleeping head, my love : so begins this, one of the tenderest, and most honest and sincere, love poems in all of twentieth-century literature. Weve shared some of the most lovely grandpa poems with you to help you celebrate his life and his unending love for you. When you were here, you brightened the day,with your positive attitude and charming smile.I loved when I came up to you for a hug,you wrapped your arms around me and gave me a little shrug.When I looked into your eyes so bright, they were filled with so much joy,every time we played wiffle ball and I fell, you would always say, Oh boy.Then when you got sick, my heart just broke and I started to cry, cause God took the joy out of your eyes and the brightness from the sky.Your smile has faded and its barely a grin and now you seem so hopeless cause the cancer worked its way in.Theres nothing I can do now, the joys almost gone,now that bright smile and grin are gone,Cause God decided he needed you nowSo, he brought you up, up past the sun to a place where all your pain is gone.Every time it rains now, I think of you,shedding your love over all of us youve left behind.Youll never be forgotten and youre forever missed.You were an amazing husband, father, grandfather,brother, and an awesome friend.Dedicated to the greatest man Known: My Grandfather. 2K views, 27 likes, 7 loves, 18 comments, 0 shares, Facebook Watch Videos from Dbstvstlucia: DBS MORNING SHOW & OBITUARIES 25TH APRIL 2023 APRIL 2023 No. Every sonnet sequence should have at least one poem about sleeplessness. So utilize these grandad poems to express your gratitude for being blessed with the finest grandpa in the world. to walk in { MY GRANDADS SHOES}. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem. Never hold your heart in pain For an evil-doer; See you in the morning." Good night, sweetheart, sleep tight! Grandpa, grandpa, youre the best,You are old, so get some rest,We are here with some hugs,Dont forget to take your drugs.Grandpa, grandpa, youre the best,We like the way, you are dressed,Could you take us to the park?Why do dogs always bark?Grandpa, grandpa, youre the best,You are wiser, than the rest,Always make us smile and giggle,You act crazy, when you wiggle. Taking a break from acting to take us to the theatre, to see Cats and the phantom of the opera, The way we will remember you Generation to generation, I may no longer be So I dedicate page to him [1] It contains 366 poems by world famous and lesser known poets, including some of the editors' own poems. Pay attention to his stories, let him teach you a new skill, or simply eat ice cream sundaes while you share a quiet moment together with these amazing poems: So Many Years Gone By Generations of Love Grandad The Old Home Place Grandfather The Serviceman Grandpa and Me Cause I love him, and he loves me. So sleep tight Grandad, All is tickety-boo. (Insert name of deceased) was wonderful and kind,He also had a beautiful mind.RIP, we would like to say,Miss you and love you, today as we pray. Until he was told that the cancer was back To work my mind, when bodys works expired . The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the press. 2022 Farlex, Inc, all rights reserved. Required fields are marked *. to more mountains to climb. To kiss and hug you once again I know would be too much to say. Pay attention to his stories, let him teach you a new skill, or simply eat ice cream sundaes while you share a quiet moment together with these amazing poems: Grandad Grandfather The Serviceman Dear Grandparent Grandfather Grandpa Doesn't Care I Hope Grandpa Brought His Fishing Rod I will good tribute pay, if thou do so . This beautiful poem uses powerful imagery to compare a grandfather who has passed away to a giant tree that has fallen. I help him in the garden cause One of the best things you can do is spend precious time with him. I hear the rooster call. Sleep tight GrandadAs time does, it seems to have ticked onYou grew up from that little lad,And Grandad, now youre sadly gone. With shield of proof shield me from out the press You shared with love and concern. He gives his tired, old body That her father is the best, Famous Poems for Grandpa You will Love to Share. Grandpa you are so adorable to the coreYou are so charming in your waysWhen I dont spent time with youBoring are my all the daysCant think of anything elseBeyond all the reasons to striveBut you give that varied jibeYou give me the reason to beGrandpa its all that I can seeYour ways and your perfection to meI love you is all I want to sayStay blessed all the wayThank you for everything grandpaYou are the best! This is one of the most soothing short Renaissance poems and perhaps the best-known Renaissance lullaby, or cradle song, out there. that much I know. When I think about you, I smile like a fool, Looking at your picture this night, I feel I can literally drool, Want to say that I miss you so much. Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there. xx A year ago you left me, Feels like only yesterday, No amount of tears could bring you back, Sadly it doesn't work that way. Dream sweet dreams for me. A special father and granddad too,Happy Fathers Day, from your family crew.Today well treat you like a king,Youre a champ, youve got the ring.Choose whatever, you wish to eat,A huge steak, with lots of meat.Dont forget its your day,Nothing wrong with hair, thats grey.Hope you enjoy and have lots of fun,A grandfather like you, we have won.Thanks for being, exactly you,Youre a champ, and that is true. Is such a precious gift. The best father there could be; Grandpa cant do skateboards, though. knowing he would approve. He bought them for my wedding day You fought hard for over a year Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says hes ninety-four.He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war.When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny,He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny.Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood,Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could.He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work.Most times hes out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk.Together they talk of good old days, bout things they used to do,And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true.Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade.He said, Sonny, Im very proud to say it was down in second grade.Gramps, I said, Now thats a fib; you werent but seven or eight.A boy cant be a carpenter at such an early date.Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst.Why, sure you can; its easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter.I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter.He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady.I wonder if Great Grandpa knows Im missing him already. Sleep allows us to escape from what A. E. Housman referred to as the sour taste of all I ever did, when ones conscience begins to prick us, keeping us awake. Of the aborted life within him leaping, And youll catch reminders of you and me. I know the cows hell fetch. There is something so blessed aboutThe aura that you haveThere is something so good aboutThe lessons that you teachYou make me understand so wellIts not like you just want to preachSo focused are your waysYou shine so bright at this ageI just want to be like youI want to be like you are in lifeSmiling through all the painWhether in struggle and striveGrandpa you are truly the bestI love you for what you areStay blessed! Of what a father should be. One wonders how many infants have been eased into dreamland by maternal recitals of Blakes poem. It was the most sacred scripture The Bhagawad Gita. From the beginning from the start, We couldnt thank you enough You never know what tomorrow holds, and you dont want to live with the guilt of never asking your grandfather about his life or just never telling him how much you love him. The phrase 'sleep tight' is thought to refer to 16th and 17 th century beds, which were usually mattresses filled with feathers and straw tied to a frame using a lattice of ropes. My Grandpas were very different,but no matter how much they would disagree,they both always loved me.One was strong and determined,In God though he would not believe,I tried to tell him, but he wouldnt even listen to me.Things always had to be his way,He was a tough man.I was always his biggest fan.The other was a hero to me;he was a Reverendand a wonderful friend.It was impossible not to love him,He is playing golf in heavenand living in me within.They taught me lots of things,from deciding what was fairto building a wooded chair.My Grandpas were very different,but no matter how much they would disagreethey both always loved me. But the books, old and new, remained in the offing. Of Grandmas old cook stove, That hed been sent to somewhere else. Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014 with permission of the Author. That phone had rang Have a great time sleeping, dear. "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost. But anyone who knew you knew Thank you Pupa you filled our lives with laughter, imagination and love. In the song, the speaker is wishing the reader a good night's sleep and to be safe from the bed bugs. Ill listen closely to his stories his rod is who knows where? It makes him feel real good. Sheria Barnett's short poem "Grandmother," embodies the value they hold in lives. Sleep Tight. what A. E. Housman referred to as the sour taste of all I ever did, I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers Journey Through Curiosities of History, The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem. Your email address will not be published. Sleepless! And in the 1884 book 'Boating Trips' by Henry Parker Fellows, a little girl says 'Good-night. As I look up to the skies above,The stars stretch endlesslyBut somehow all those rays of lightSeem dimmer now to me.As I watch the morning sun appear,The shadows still dont fade-As if the brightest light of allWas somehow swept away.Though I see the branches swaying,And watch their dancing leavesThe echoes carried on the windDont sound the same to me.As I listen to the morning birdsSing softly from afarIt seems to be a mournful tuneThat echoes in my heart.Another day has come again,As time moves surely onBut nothing now seems quite the same,To know that he is gone.The days and weeks and months aheadWill never be the sameBecause a treasure beyond wordsCan never be replaced.The loss cannot be measured now,The void cannot be filledAnd though someday the grief may fade,His mark will live on still.For even with my heavy heart,I know that Ive been blessedTo have been one whos life he touchedWith warmth so infinite. We are a couple, based in the UK, who started exploring the options available when faced with the thought of death after attending a friends funeral. Oh how they have grown of his life Thinking of years gone by Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,Reflection of the skies on a bright and sunny day,My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,Dont walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.My eyes are your eyes and your heart is my heart,We share so much likeness we were never apart,You would tell me your stories of the Vietnam War,I felt all that pain as the enemies kept score.Big strong shoulders not just to carry me but to carry the world too,The strength inside of you for all you went through,The peace you gave me knowing you would always love me,And the kindness and happiness you gave me and I gave you.No fear does you have or grudges do you hold, my big strong heroSo brave and so bold, a firm hand to hold me, a firm word shows the wayYour little girl forever its the way it will always stayThe bond that we have I have never seen or felt beforeMy face would light up when you would walk through the doorYou tucked me in bed then turned off the light but I wasnt scaredOf the shadows in the nightFor I knew it was you keeping watch over me, no harm and no badnessWould you let me see, safe in your arms untouchable it seems?After God took you away it was all in my dreamsAnd all that is left is my memories of youI know you are with me and in my heart; Im with you too.Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,Reflection of the skys reflections of me,My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,Dont walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.

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