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Free Poems - Written at Age 22

Free Poems - Written at Age 22


Blue and Bright

I have a quiet dream
I keep inside of me,
I found it in a stream
That glitters through the trees.

And when I make a promise
To set somebody free,
And then I frighten them away,
My dream still stays with me.

I have little dream...
Its warm and blue and bright,
And when I have to sleep alone,
It sleeps with me at night.

And even when my toes are cold,
It warms my heart inside.
And when I'm sad because you sold
Your power for your pride...

It tell my heart it shouldn't hurt.
It won't agree with me.
I look across the ocean
As far as I can see...

For far away, somebody sighs
And wonders where I am...
And I would feel alone if I
Held no dream in my hand.

Written by Anna Williams at Age 22
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The Desert

Many men wander
A desert of thunder.
What lies beyond her
They waveringly wonder.

They stare at the sky,
And they finger their hearts,
Imagining why
The world fell apart,

Remembering when
The universe died,
And they pretend
To be sleeping inside.

Men of the mountains
Look to the waves,
Cold in their consciousness,
Still in their graves.

Many men wander
A desert of death.
They gaze beyond her,
Holding their breath.

Far from the land
That the darkest skies cry on,
Red mountains stand
In a world the winds sigh on.

In an abyss
Lined with crumbling black stone,
Crystal creeks glisten,
And whisper, alone.

Out across space,
Where you danced once, defiantly,
There is a place,
And it waits for you, quietly ...



Written by Anna Williams at Age 22
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See Also:


Karlov Most

I Thought

Tashkurgan

Remember


Free Poems - Written at Age 21

Free Poems - Written at Age 21



Elf Songs

I stand alone
Beside the sea.
I watch the winds
Who follow me.

Stars are silent
In my heart,
And the whole world
Stands apart.

I sing softly
To myself,
Humming elf songs
From the shelf.

People glance at
Me and frown,
Puzzled, frightened.
I look down.

People pass me
By and they
Cannot grasp me
Look away.

Sometimes someone
Hesitates,
Looks at me and
Wonders, waits.

Sometimes I hold
Out my hand,
With myself
Inside it and

Hope somebody
Understands.
Saying this is
Who I am.

Very rarely
Someone sees me,
And I barely
Feel it frees me.

They perceive the
Hopes I haunt.
They believe the
Worlds I want.

Warily I
Squint and smile.
Someone loves me
For awhile.

Then they see the
Volatile
Things in me
Who I beguile,

And they tire of
How I grieve,
Lost like madness,
And they leave.

I sing softly
By myself,
Placing pledges
On the shelf.

Putting promises
Away.
People say them.
They don't stay.

Watch the sky
Grow bright and blue.
I don't want to
Frighten you.

Watch the worlds
Whisk words away.
Don't believe
The things you say.

I grow guarded --
Build a wall
Of smiles and irony.
I fall

Friendless, free
Into the far
And foreign sea
Of who you are.
And watch a star.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Dream

You dream a dream,
And bathe your toes
In scarlet flows
Of icy streams.
It softly glows
Upon your knee,
For your heart knows
A dream is free.

It glitters, plays,
It makes you smile.
You waste all day,
You sit awhile.
And watch it quote
Quite quietly
Words you once spoke
Defiantly,
Before you woke
So silently.

The turquoise sea
Is far away.
The forest trees
Have naught to say,
And no disease
Can make you die
When you have dreams
Who love the sky.

A dream believes
But never wonders,
Never grieves;
It breathes, it thunders.

It turns and twirls,
And entrances
Wavering worlds,
Because it dances.

You sometimes cry
About your dreams,
Because they die
Because they seem
To bend the breeze,
And dance upon
The quiet trees,
And then they're gone.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Mermaid Poem

Fifty-five years ago
Under the sea,
A long-lost companion,
Remembering me,
Glanced over her shoulder,
And murmured a sigh.
The water grew colder.
She saw the sky.
She saw breath in my heart,
And she took in her tail,
Swam to the surface
And searched for a sail
A ship she remembered
For eight thousand years...
After I slipped afar,
Drowning in tears.

I was too far away,
Dark and deprived.
Russia was dying and
I was alive.

I only have shadows;
Dim memories.
Eight thousand years ago
In the deep seas,
Cold in half consciousness,
Startled to be
Born in a body and
Flung in the sea.
We seduced sailors with
Nowhere to go.
...What I remember
Defies what I know.

In the dull days
Of 6000 BC,
Worn by the ways
Of the deep turquoise sea,
Perched on a stone,
I laughed and splashed you.
We were alone.
My whole heart thrashed you.
My whole heart threw you
Grieving to hell.
You say I knew you.
I knew you too well.

If mermaids are miracles,
What do I see
...When I remember
6000 BC.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Young

When I was very young
I knew
The songs I'd sung,
The color blue.

I lived to love.
I lived to write.
I looked above
Into the night.

I would part
The winds, and pass...
And my heart
Was made of glass.

My face was pale
But filled with fire.
My feet were frail,
But they desired

To feel the day,
The soil, the stone;
Pretending they
Were not alone.

I saw myself
Inside the sky.
I was alone there,
So I cried.

The river mocked
The petty frantic
Way I thought
And the romantic
Way I talked
The dreams I sought,
The streets I walked.

I smiled, I sighed,
I wished in fountains
Almost died
Inside the mountains.

I lost my heart,
When I was young.
I fell apart.
My life grew numb.

I could not say
What filled my head;
The words that lay
Within my heart.
My lips were dry,
My fingers dead.

When I was young
I found myself,
Somewhere, hidden
On a shelf.

I breathed belief.
I broke in two.
I sighed relief
When I saw you.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Spanish Highways

I heard you haunting me.
I heard my past,
And the wind wanting me.
I left at last.

I hummed to heaven
With little to lose
Walking and watching
My brown leather shoes,

Along Spanish highways,
Too tired not to smile.
Orchards of olives
Draped mile after mile.

At the side of the road,
With my scarf and my tie,
And my feet growing cold,
As the sun lost the sky,

I trembled silently,
Frightened and free.
I slept on Christmas Eve
Under a tree.

I saw the moon
In the dark and cold sky.
I spoke too soon,
And the feeling flew by.

I lay alone
On the cold orchard ground,
Solid like stone...
As my world turned around.

I gathered dew
From the cold morning grass.
I thought of you,
And I let the thought pass.

Sometimes I dreamed
I might finally find you,
Far as you seemed,
At least to remind you.

At the side of the road,
With my scarf and my tie,
And my feet growing cold
And my heart in the sky.

At the side of my life,
With my famine and fear,
And my eyes on my knife,
As the future grew near;

With my feet in a stream
Of water and scars,
Living a dream
And sleeping in cars,

I sang of sadness and
Traveling shoes,
Murmuring mystery,
Singing the blues.

Next to a gas pump,
I sat and cried,
On the wrong highway,
Wanting a ride.

Maybe the music that
Lives in your voice
Fell back inside me and
I had a choice.

I turned and fled my fears.
I found the feeling.
I chose to work for years
Under a ceiling.

I found a scarf lying
Black on the pavement.
I found a tie after
Years of enslavement.

I put my scarf away
Under a bed.
I chose to learn, and stay...
And my heart bled.

Sometimes I stand by the
Window at night,
Watching the highway stretch
Out of my sight.

And the wind watches me
Lingering at last.
I sing the songs you see
Inside my past.

And the breeze breathes across;
Tickles my face;
Whispers, reminds me that
One day, someplace,

I'll stand with you again
In your heart's heat.
...I'll feel the highway stretch
Under my feet.


Written by Anna Williams at age 21


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Xinjiang

In Xinjiang the world is dry.
The mountains scrape the bright blue sky
With lifeless peaks of solid stone,
And I amongst strangers, was never alone.

There, the oases , their streets full of trees
And bagels and children, were life at its knees...
Where things could be bought, where no one had seen
Someone like I was, when I was eighteen.

The desert men, whose tired old eyes
Gazed with faintly veiled surprise,
Scrutinized my dim disguise
And made my memories despise
Nights I'd trembled, days I'd cried,
Tears I'd wasted, drowned inside
Years of shame and broken pride.

They gazed without mercy, their eyes breathing fire,
Dark like the gypsies of seething desire.
They followed my footsteps, they swallowed my breath,
They bathed in my shadows, entreated my death.

I met the men of paradise
Upon a sea of amber ice...
Traveling with the turning tide.
But I dared to dive inside
The fading lives, before they died.

I sat for hours and watched and heard
Every whisper, every word
Of broken, barely breathing stories,
Stained in pain and worthless glories.

In Xinjiang, I cast my eyes
Easily upon the skies,
And I tore my life apart.
I glanced within a broken heart.
I breathed upon the burning bars
And made myself a sea of stars.

Beyond the far side of the sky,
Half forgotten, faded, far,
There lies a land where shadows die...
Beyond the winds that sweep the stars.

Be it home or be it heaven,
It lies loved, or lost, forgiven.
You may recall, but though I try
I've music for a memory.
I only search myself and sigh.

I only wish I still were free.
I only wish I could remember
The meaning of the mystery,
The meaning of my Red November,
Who haunts and holds my history.

Beauty breathes in every glance
You care to cast on earth or sea,
And all your life becomes a dance
If you decide it ought to be.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Treason

Since the sadly silent lives
Of faded men, your voice revives.
And the sight of God was naught
Compared to what your knowledge brought
To broken men, the world around...
Hold your feet upon the ground.

Might your memories refrain
From repeating one soul's name,
Who so long ago has left?
Must you yet remain bereft?

As the answers you once yearned
Have been conquered, have been learned,
You would turn your head in Treason
If you wept now, without reason
If you bent your head in shame
And succumbed to earthly pain.

Look beyond the blue horizon.
Steel yourself don't gasp and grieve,
If you dare to cast your eyes on
Laughter; if you dare believe
In anything you yearn to be,
In any chance you choose to take;
If you believe you can be free;
If you've a promise left to break.
I won't forget. I can't allow,
At all eternities expense,
My broken heart to whisper now
And shatter me with innocence.

If I met truth and turned away
And left the world to sink in slavery,
I would have nothing left to say ...
I would have no words left to write,
And my whole life would be a lie.
... And here I fight, and here I fight.
I shan't allow my world to die.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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The Stars

The stars are just planets
And suns far away.
They're not something you can dance on.
They don't talk to you.
They don't shimmer, smiling,
And listen to you pray
Or hear a word you say,
Or make your wishes come true.
They're just suns and planets;
They're not to skip and prance on.
You can't. They're pieces of light.
Not something to give your friend
When you walk at night.
They aren't something you can send.
They can't hold the future
Or warm you when you're cold, alone -
Or protect you in the dark.
They're only stars
From somewhere far away and stark,
And cold and lonely.
The stars are fire and old, like stone.
They don't revive
Dead hearts they're only
Sparks and suns. They aren't alive.
They don't watch you sleep.

When you're away,
The stars sometimes weep.
The stars sometimes pray...
And look at the earth,
Finding the future there,
Wondering the worth;
Wondering the hope
Of salvation from hell;
Weaving a rope.
Breaking the spell.

The stars are just firelight,
We see them at night.
They don't live, or smile, or bring
Beauty or truth.
They can't really twinkle, sing,
Or return youth.
They can't breathe or whisper.
They don't know how to cry.
They won't remember you, and sigh.
They just inhabit the sky.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Collage

The sea was stone.
The year was grey.
That night had grown,
Beneath the day.
I breathed the white light
Of the sea,
And watched the ocean
Follow me,
Where I wandered,
Far and free,
Living like a
Fantasy.

Deep within the
Desert plains
And up beyond the
Forest rains,
To a land of
Ice and sky,
Where men with dreams
Could go to die,
We sailed quietly
By night
Until half blue
Morning light.

I had a prayer.
I had a dream
I dared not strengthen
With a scheme,
Because I feared
It would not be,
Because I was not
Really free.

I was burdened
With the weight
Of hurt and heartbreak,
And my fate.

So I stumbled
Through the air,
And I had more
Than my share
Of goodbyes.
I lived a life
That fought with lies.

The everyday graces
Of far away places
Fell inside me,
And I learned to be
Coldly chameleon,
Painted vermillion.
Disguised myself well,
Hidden in Hell.

Now I remember,
And now I begin.
I drown the ember
Of my own sin.

I hear our voices,
Glowing and grown.
These are our choices
These are our own.

Would you like
To dive inside
Amber oceans,
And decide
To desire
To mend the pain,
And ease the fire
Make earth sane.

...Dancing in dangers
Who haunt every breath
Delivering strangers
From lingering death.

I'll stay 'till I know,
Then I shall return
To where I must go,
Because I burn,
Because I yearn to
Be free and alone,
And I will learn to
Be, on seas of stone.

In early morning,
While twelve stars wilt,
We sense a warning --
Watching Time tilt.

We see disaster
On the horizon.
We travel faster,
Keeping our eyes on
A mountain of magic,
A mountain of sky,
And on each other.
We'll never die.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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Music

Sometimes the night time makes music of me,
Sometimes it passes me by
Bending the waves with the winds of the sea,
Whispering into the sky.

Sometimes I lie awake under the black
Blanket of darkness and stars,
Wondering whether I'll ever be back,
Wishing to be where you are.

Sometimes I look at you, light years away,
Lying awake in the night.
Sometimes I'm silent with nothing to say,
Living in lingering light.

Sometimes I see myself, lost and alone,
Seemingly sleeping at last.
Sometimes my dreams dance on cities of stone,
Murmuring words of my past.

Barefoot and breathlessly watching the world,
Innocent, armed with a prayer,
Dreaming, and deathlessly dancing, I twirled,
Into the amethyst air,

Into the vaults of the varying sky,
Woundlessly windswept and strong,
Feeling the faults of the world in my sigh,
Breathing a barely-born song.

I believed beautifully, burning and blind,
I could float foreign and free.
I moved the memories of my own mind.
Music was magic to me.

I dove, like diamond dust, into the dark
Depths of a dim deathless lie,
Watching the light lurking over the arc
Of the escapable sky.

Sometimes I stand by the window at night,
Searching the stars above Rome.
Sometimes I breathe 'neath the broken and bright
Boundary between here and home.

Sometimes I free the fire into my eyes.
Galaxies grow in my heart.
I see the death of the despair I despise.
Lifetimes of tears tear apart.

When I remember what we used to be
And when I dream and decide,
And I imagine the future is free,
I feel like music inside.

Written by Anna Williams at age 21

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See Also:

Runaway


From Me

Blue Roses

Home

Free Poems - Written at Age 2o

Free Poems - Written at Age 20

Faith

Two thousand years ago,
Close to the sea,
I lit a candle
Under a tree.

I watched your words, and I
Followed your eyes,
Bathed in their promises
Barren of lies.

Something you spoke about
Faith, or a prayer,
A dream, a belief, a hope...
Breathless like air.
For two thousand years, it has
Carried my heart
Beyond sunsets and sorrows...
Lifetimes apart.

I have grown tired...
Kept alive by a prayer.
Two thousand years have gone;
Now faith is rare.

Now faith is forced. It's not meant
To be and
You can know about something
You don't understand.

You gave me a faith, and it
Still lives in me,
That one distant day bore
A chance to be free.

Two thousand years passed by,
Speckled with magic,
Sometimes too tired to cry,
Sometimes too tragic.

Two thousand years ago,
Far from my home,
I followed your footprints
And left you in Rome.

(Dedicated to two friends.)


Written by Anna Williams at age 20
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Free Poems - Written at Age 19

Free Poems - Written at Age 19


Magic

Sometimes I sleep while the nations roll round,
Mimicking bravery, muffling the sound
Of unspeakable slavery...
Sometimes I weep as the voice in the sky
Whispers the reasons I ought not to die,
Murmurs of treason,
And fades to a sigh.

Hesitance followed me, painfully lingering
Wrapped round the dreams I was painfully fingering
Wrapped round the fire that was slowly receding
Wrapped round my life who lay painlessly bleeding.

I lived alone when I'd no one to tell.
I was my own and I built my own cell.
Harsh, stark, and dim, wherein no man could hear me -
Wherein no cry could reach me, wherein no sun could sear me.

Many men knew me, or saw, or perceived me.
Many men loved me, and fewer believed me.
Their lives were insane, their faces were tragic,
And I went on wandering, searching for magic.
The road was my heaven - fair, far, and free,
And there I imagined that I ought to be
What anyone dared to desire of me.

...Fighting with lies, bathed in goodbyes
Searching the people with angels for eyes...
One night I gazed at a star, warm and white,
And prayed to remember, and prayed to be right...
Too tired of waiting. Too tired of hating.
Too tired of watching my spirit abating.
I let my glance wander and I cast my eyes on
Some kind of magic beyond the horizon.
Some breath of freedom, of life... or of truth
Some breath of something I knew in my youth.
It lightened my heart. It strengthened my soul.
It as my own reason for living - my goal.

written by Anna Williams at age 19
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Free Poems - Written at Age 18

Free Poems - Written at Age 18


Gilgit

Because the shadows would not rest
That played upon my brain,
And danced like daylight on my chest,
Like shadows of the rain,
Because the words I could not say
Were laden low with pain,
On Christmas day I tried to pray,
And almost prayed in vain.


Written by Anna Williams at age 18
in Gilgit, Pakistan

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Free Poems - Written at Age 17

Free Poems - Written at Age 17


Prague

The lace that I wore at my ankle is lost.
Rose petals froze into gold... with the frost
At our fingers, our toes, our words, and my smile,
And the black-footed hedgehog tells me I'm a child.
I turned my face quietly up toward the sky,
With no urge to crumble. No need to ask why.
Though unimpeded, though un accused,
A stranger from nowhere believes I'm confused
Like a bear-bellied walrus with rockets for shoes.

Be I the sunshine, be I the stars,
As they believe, see not the scars.
Pray, smile, and leave. Pretend to be strong.
They shall believe. They shan't be wrong.

This is the land. The city. The light.
Where the strange and the placeless escape for the night.
The lonely, the strong, out sprung from the herds;
To live by occasional glances or words.
The love of a moment brings life, breathes relief,
And the touch of a hand can half drown a belief.
Yet the fire fades quickly, as love from a sigh.
You dare not hold on as the moment flies by.
For the flame that once warmed you can struggle and burn.
People pass softly. Find no need to yearn.
The senseless grow longings to run far away,
And the stones 'neath our feet remind us to stay,
While a dreamy-lifed poet forgets how to pray.

I am living, and watching... hoping, or half...
For the first time in years I can let go and laugh;
Shatter my tears and dance on my toes,
With ice on my lashes. There are no woes
In Prague. And the half-dream goes on.
Life as a wandering face in a song.
You are one. You need none. God bless the throng.

Written by Anna Williams at age 17
in Prague, Czechoslovakia

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Free Poems - Written at Age 16

Free Poems - Written at Age 16


Alone

If you should fly a million years,
Leave behind your frightened tears,
Escape the milky clustered sky,
And peer grim thrills deep in the eye
Forget your strength. Forget your mind.
But pray! Don't leave your heart behind.

If you should leave your home, your friends,
And seek new dreams, new loves... new ends,
Leap out from your native sands,
And seek yourself in earthless lands
Reach inside. Find your belief..
Tear away your sins, your grief.
Touch white fingered walls of stone.
Burst them, shaking to the bone.
Spin away - dive strike and turn.
Graze the darkness. Fall, fly, burn...
Into everything you are.
From home they'll see a shooting star.

For some, there is a time in youth,
Go days or years, when we know truth,
And pray and swear we shan't forget.
And yet, as age and time beget,
We do. We lose. The fight runs dry.
It need not be! We need not die.

For it is but a cursed bane
This broken time in youth bears pain.
Yet you've not been, or seen, or felt,
Or silent by an angel knelt,
Till you have stood, and sighed, and shone
In the moon's cold beam alone.

Written by Anna Williams at age 16

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See Also:

Thorn

Free Poems - Written at Age 15 by Anna V. Williams

Free Poems - Written at Age 15


Untouched

Untouched, unfelt, unheard, unseen,
Unlived, unlearned, unloved, unbeen,
I've wandered lonely in the night.
I've felt my footsteps turn in fright.
I've cried out singing, to the stars.
I've felt the light that beauty mars.

Reddened rainbows in the sun
Meant my worlds, and yet, not one.
Shattered dreams about my feet;
Shattered dreams incomplete.

As I pondered through the mountains,
I have met the crystal fountains.
I have seen the moonlight shining.
I have watched the stars refining.
Stumbling, broken, bare of glory,
I have watched the angel's story.
Weak and injured, cold and crying,
I have felt the joy of flying.
Running hopeless through the grasses,
I have watched as springtime passes.
Kneeling, pining, pained and frozen,
Happy fantasies were chosen.
Wishes of the seas and flowers
Overrode the burning powers.
Frozen scars draw great and nigh,
Yet believing holds us high.

Beaten, torn, however shattered,
Dreams are what, to hearts, have mattered.
To the ocean or the sky roam.
Keep within the sacred dream home.
When the stars have lost their last light,
Dreams alone will light the midnight.

Written by Anna Williams at age 15

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Free Poems - Written at Age 12

Free Poems - Written at Age 12

Junkyard

Flourescent
Snake's coil.
Iridescent
Spot of oil.
Broken mirror's
Flash and glare;
Rotten smell
Demon's lair.
Yesterday's memories
Smashed and broken,
These things
Have Spoken.

Bent cars
No longer speed
Down roads,
Past trees.
Broken vase
Held flowers;
No longer
Holds power.
Car seat
On its side,
On which children
Used to ride.

Now these
Make way
For new inventions
Of today
For future Junkyard
Of future day.

Written by Anna Williams at age 12

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Free Poems - Written at Age 4

Free Poems - Written at Age 4

What in the World

What in the world is going on?
I have a feeling I am dead.
What in the world is going on?
I picked up a person and it said ouch.
Everyone's having fun without me.
I'm as lonely as can be.
Then along came a little pig and he said,
"Did you forget I'm your friend?

Come Play with me."

Now I know what's going on, for him and me,
But nobody else.

What in the world?
Everybody says there's something wrong.

What in the world is going on?

Written by Anna Williams at age 4

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See also:

The Sky is Blue and White


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c. You can not put the poem on any illegal site, nor on any site with pornography, hate, racism, etc.

2. Whether you want to use one poem or more, please get permission first, for each poem you will use.

3. If you want to use one of my poems for any other purpose (other than online non-commercial) please get my permission first.

4. You can read my poems for free.

5. You can share my poems with others by referring them to this blog.

Rules Regarding the Use of Poetry by Other Authors on this Blog:

1. Read the terms of use that accompany the poem and follow these instructions.

2. If anything is unclear or uncertain, please contact me.
 

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