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From: tsai@tecrus.enet.dec.com (Kuo-Yeang Tsai)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Translated Taiwanese Poem (4)
Date: 18 Aug 92 16:16:45 GMT
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation



	Downfall of the Tales	written by Liu, Jeng-Jon
				translated by Kuo-Yeang Tsai

1. Jumping off from a building

Taking off by running from fourty meters apart
like a fierce falling bomb
and clashing with the earth front to front
The force may not be tremendous, however
the earth is bound to feel the pain more or less


2. Hanging

Wanting not to set foot on the soil any more
hanging high the immaculate legs
writing the protest on the tongue
and sticking it out to be seen by the world


3. Hypnotics

Even dream can be cheaply purchased these years
The concrete and pure white appearnce contains
some sort of immortal composure
It needs not rely on the night, nor
worry about sunshine


4. Pesticide

Only this kind of liquid fire
can cleanse my internal obstinate dirt
and let the deeply buried emotions
blossom ardently on the face


5. Cliff

How rugged and apathetic this face is
and constantly staring at the empty sky
Yet I am only a teardrop, a teardrop
none can hold it
up there


6. Gas

After being weary of the vulgar oxygen
I need this kind of fresh smell
According to hearsay I can obtain the whitest face
choose the most beautilful posture
and sleep peacefully surrounded by the atmoshpere of heavy aroma


7. Cutting vein on the wrist

Let the things amply harbored in heart
go out from this point
in an animated rhythm
That colorful melancholy
can no longer be injected into the innocent hand


8. Lying on rails

A scene of overwhelming grandeur
and shocking tenderness
It can be substantially felt that
a humongous shade
is rapidly dashing in and
coming over
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: a touch of green
From: kupixel@oread.cc.ukans.edu
Date: 14 Aug 92 12:07:30 CDT
Organization: University of Kansas Academic Computing Serces

As I sit bashing
Creative
Carriage
Returns,
And rattle like a piece of angry candy
Over jigsaw images and sleeveless sonnets,
I wonder, drinking Atlantis,
Has Josef resurrected himself in me?

c.j.
most definitely not an o'toole
KUpixel@oread.cc.ukans.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--Opposites
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Sat, 22 Aug 92 22:34:23 GMT


                        Opposites

There was so much confusion
about whether
staying implied leaving
caring invited desertion
saying "I love you" invited "I don't love you"
it was the clinging
so hard
to the thing desired
which called forth the opposites
so hated.

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien)
Subject: The blood sunset is dying
Organization: The Land of Earthquakes (Southern Cal)
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 92 07:44:38 GMT





		The blood sunset is dying,
		Slowly vanishing under the
		Onslaught of Night -- that
		leering, wretched King of
		Crown Jewels.  It Taxes
		away my childhood rocking horse,
		its obsessive race that goes no where;
		my one-button-eyed Velveteen Rabbit,
		never lost but worn away by love; my
		first Kotex maxipad, stained distinctly
		with virginal discharge; my black-bodied
		Buffette Crampon clarinet, gift of 
		Orpheus from the Elysian Fields; my
		first love's kisses, held captive in
		his jaundiced porch light; my 3.8
		college average, indicative of
		lost sleep and little else; my
		philosophical rotation from
		atheism to Christianity to Jeddu
		Krishnamurti to nothing, spinning
		all the while yet motionless; my
		faithful lover/friend/(dog) Buddy,
		who despite his emotionless existence
		does not endorse Night; my brother,
		Knight of reusable ink cartridges
		false duty to one's parents and
		incomprehensible humor; my mother, Witch
		of all card hands; my father; my
		dark-haired Love, who retaught
		joy in the stars and simplicity; --
		The blood sunset is dying.
From: ryanp@lclark.edu (Ryan Powell)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Passing time...
Date: 23 Aug 92 09:09:48 GMT
Article-I.D.: lclark.1992Aug23.090948.15809
Organization: Lewis & Clark College, Portland OR


Here's a short one...


Time passes,
     so do we.
Send your sorrows
     out to sea.

No time for weeping,
     moaning, begging.
Only time for
     Celebrating.

-_-Ryan-_-
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: klaw@ecst.csuchico.edu (Almighty Nodens the Master of the Elder Sign)
Subject: A poem written during my summer vacation in europe.
Organization: California State University, Chico
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1992 19:33:58 GMT

How can you look at me
with those eyes
deep and beautiful
in the winter sun
I'm at your side
as I've always been
loyal to your kiss
that bitter bliss
oh! how can you betray this?
what duplicity could so exist
in a heart that I could so love
a dagger twisting in mine
oh, death you forsake me
even as I'm in your arms
hunger claws away at my insides
and you sing to me with your cries
how can such pain 
and ecstacy coexist
that I've never known
ecstacy without pain
and in your eyes
they become one
in your arms
we kiss    
sos
and together we drift
on that sea of desperate fire
consuming everything human
within our ravaged soul....

How can I ever translate 
into words this pain that I feel?
as if my pain were merely words
and not the weight of my heart
{_
in the inescapable gravity of my sins!
to take my life
a chance at redemption
suffer this world myself nomore
but realizing this and cowering
from the knife at my wrist
just makes the cold in me colder
as now each moment stolen
infinately multiplies the sin

further into darkness
permanent black ink
disolving the precious few ashes
of what was once an immortal soul.

Closed, her eyes
her hands, closed on mine
lips againstr.Tj my heart
suspended in ethereal time
draining from me the lifew
... and the love
laying to waste my human soul
in exchange for a little more time
a test of power to see
what knife will someday bring
deliverance and judgement 
and all their lethal bliss...

Jason Livingston 21 June 1992, Niederwenigern Deutschland


Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: bogg's cranberry liqueur / Marie+Marek
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1992 04:06:38 GMT


		bogg's cranberry liqueur
		-------------------------------------------------------------
		
		my friend tom
		bought a cranberry liqueur.
		
		he's like that.
		
		this stuff makes cough syrup a gourmet treat!
		
		but he couldn't resist
		the shape of the bottle.
		
		he mixed it with things
		(desperation being the mother of chemistry)
		and invented the bartender's equivalent
		of a giggle:
		cranberry liqueur small part
		and flavored mineral water:
		lightly frothy and pretty in pink.
		
		it's a sweet-sixteen-kiss of a drink.
		helps make a goofy face when you mix it,
		or skip a heartbeat.
		
		you may spontaneously break into a song
		or you may break out the vacuum cleaner
		when breaking out the boggs cranberry liqueur
		
		of bubbly life.
		

			Marie Coffin / Marek Lugowski
			15 August 1992
			Ames, Iowa / Cincinnati, Ohio
From: sheila@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (sheila)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Go to your library Re: Magazines, etc that publish poetry?????
Date: 20 Aug 92 04:29:46 GMT
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX

In article <1992Aug18.195943.15354@ulowell.ulowell.edu> 
pmullins@cs.ulowell.edu ([Irish Harp]) writes:
...>I am interested in hearing from people through email that know the names
>and (possibly) the addresses of organizations, etc that publish poetry.


Go to a library or book store, buy or check out
_Poet's Market_ or _Writer's Market_ or some such
similar book. As for the publishing process of poetry
I have no idea. Those books will give your friend 
instructions.
-- 
stark raving sane!   sheila@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: ross@traceback.gatech.edu (Rosario DSouza, J)
Subject: Words - a poem
Organization: College of Computing, Georgia Tech
Date: Fri, 21 Aug 1992 20:03:06 GMT


	Words


	It took time,
	But I've realized,
	The words we speak,
	Should e'er be wise.

	For oft we hurt,
	Without a cause,
	Thru' careless word,
	Or untimed pause.

	And then its late,
	To make amends;
	The damage done,
	A friendship ends.

	So let's be wise,
	In what we say;
	For words - just words,
	Can spoil the day.


(C) Copyright Rosario D'Souza, August 1992
    All rights reserved.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: spg@Xenon.Stanford.EDU (Stephen P. Guthrie)
Subject: First Attempt (revised)
Originator: spg@Xenon.Stanford.EDU
Organization: Computer Science Department, Stanford University.
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 04:17:12 GMT

Wind, howling with pain and longing, anguish and despair,
The tempest within me tugs, bites, tears.

Jagged flame, erratically leaping as children at play,
Inside grasping fingers that clutch and claw.

Crashing seas, raging like bulls in combat,
Swirling currents overwhelming, dragging me down.

Furious skies, torrents lashing like knives,
My breast thunders with suppressed desire.

Thundering avalanche, directed fury, irresistable,
I am smothered, suffocating, powerless.

A compassionate breeze caresses and enfolds;
Glowing embers envelop with gentle warmth;
Lapping Waves, their soothing rhythm comforts;
Leaves murmur sensuously, glistening raindrops;
Shroud of snow, soft, silent, pure.

This love, violent, savage,
Cries to be tamed, cries to be heard;
Unwanted tenderness. I am alone.
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: call you from
Date: 23 Aug 92 14:32:31 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

=


	call you from the road
	this car's too slow
	it only does more than I can do
	call you now...I could stop right here
	at the phone right by that store
	and call you from the road
	for a moment, maybe more
	just to say I'm on the road
	calling you


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: melynda@titipu.meta.com (Melynda Reid)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: john cage
Date: 21 Aug 92 12:15:34 GMT
Reply-To: melynda@titipu.meta.com (Melynda Reid)
Organization: Paleolithic Refugia
X-Mailer: uAccess - Macintosh Release: 1.9b1


 i saw a copy of a musical manuscript written by john cage a few years ago.
his hand was lovely. his work visually surprised me by its elegance. his death
diminishes my world.
               melynda claire reid

melynda reid   who wears hats but does not type caps
  eel:   melynda@titipu.meta.com  or  nosc.mil!titipu.meta.com!melynda
  snail: p o box 378 greensboro, florida 32330
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: I walk out from
Date: 23 Aug 92 15:13:42 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

=


	I walk out from my staring house
	among these whispering shrubs
	it's a cold day in summer
	a cold day for faith
	I walk out from my startled house
	all along this starting way
	night time startled in december, may
	may yet still be now startled into day



-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Infatuation
Date: 21 Aug 92 01:49:18 GMT
Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University

In article <200@uiunix.ui.org> donz@ui.org (Posthumous O'Toole) writes:
>In article <1992Aug19.025546.29119@leela.cs.orst.edu> petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen) writes:
>>Hello All!  I have been on vacation for a while but now I'm back!  I wrote
>>this little poem a few weeks ago and thought I would share it with you.  I
>>refuse to divulge the name of the individual so please don't ask. :-)
>>
>>
>>INFATUATION
>
>This poem is obviously about me.
>>
Sorry, wrong answer.

>>I see you in every dream
>
>Yes, this is where I come in the clearest (to use tv terminology).

This may be true, but I wasn't on your channel.

>>The memory
>>of your eyes
>>haunts my days.
>
>Terribly sorry about this, but I am prone to haunting.

Unless your eyes are hazel, I was haunted by another's.

>>I hear your infectious
>>laugh
>>on the wind
>
>Haha  Ha Hahahaha!  <whoosh>

Sorry, not even close.

>>Your boyish grin robs me
>>of complacency.
>
>Complacency:  who needs it?  Your much better off with my grin.  it comes
>in 32 flavors, dontcha know?

Ah, but I prefer vanilla!

>>I would be yours 
>>if you asked
>
>Ah, but I am forbidden to ask, for I can have only your dreams, some
>shadows, and the occasional bump in the night.
>
>>But it will never be
>>For you don't even know
>>my name.
>
>I do know your name, Margarita:  it is Elvira.
>

Wrong again.  I am no longer Elvira, Mistress of Darkness, but am reborn
as Kathleen O'Toole, Bringer of Light.
>
>Posthumous O'Toole
>-- 
>nobody/not even the rain/              	/	   /      /  /    
> /   /   /     /   /   / /     /       /    /    // /    /  /         /    
>/     / / /   /   /     /   / /    / /   / / /  /  /   /      /      /
>   / /   /   /	/	 / /      //    /   / /     / /      / / /
From: michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au (Bunweasel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: RAP
Date: 16 Aug 92 19:01:22 GMT
Reply-To: michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au
Organization: Department of Computer Science, The University of Queensland


	rec.arts.poems
	--------------

5am from the wrong side
my radio cried as i read your poem
the loneliness stirred
it became neccessary to break its neck
like a kangaroo injured beyond hope
the effort was all i had left.

-m.
From: gklein@uoft02.utoledo.edu (Gary Klein, bear at heart)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Buchanan's speech
Date: 20 Aug 92 21:19:21 EST
Distribution: world
Organization: Carlson Library, Univ of Toledo

     After reading the complete text of Buchanan's speech in the New York
Times, I was motivated to write the following:
     
	READ MY LIPS MISTER BUCHANAN	(written by Gary M. Klein, 8/20/92)
                
		We're queer,
		We're here,
	       	And we grew up playing in your schoolyard!
 
		We're queer,
		We're here,
		And we were once friends!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And we once cared about each other!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And we never hated anyone!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And you don't respect us anymore!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And we ain't gonna hide!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And we've got love on our side!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        Can you see the rising tide!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And Roy Cohn wants a bride!

		We're queer,
		We're here,
	        And God is on YOUR side?

		We're queer,
		We're here,
                And we're all gonna cheer!	        	       


P.S.  Guess who is going on a vacation in the woods?
      And coping without a newsfeed.
      But I will be spending time with an e-mail buddy!
-- 
"Read Queer Books"                                  "Librarian, Leather bound"

Gary Klein,   Business Librarian,  (Univ of Toledo)           * * * * 
PO Box 12650                  Toledo OH  43606-0250            *   *   
(w): 419-537-2629      fac2813@uoft01                            *   
(h): 419-243-2740      fac2813@uoft01.utoledo.edu         B4 t+ w- g s+ k
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: being a perfect shape
Date: 23 Aug 92 14:42:27 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

=


	being a perfect shape of curled, should I bother?
	I could stretch and yawn...but what a fuss!
	I can hear them rustling things
	silly things to ignore
	I can hear them, but I won't let them know...
	it's warm here, all inside round and out
	and I'm not very hungry, not quite yet
	but maybe I should shift, just move a little
	my yellow slitly shift-eye moves a fraction
	yes, it looks a little warmer over there
	on that blanket, near the fireplace, by the chair


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Infatuation
Date: 19 Aug 92 02:55:46 GMT
Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University

Hello All!  I have been on vacation for a while but now I'm back!  I wrote
this little poem a few weeks ago and thought I would share it with you.  I
refuse to divulge the name of the individual so please don't ask. :-)


INFATUATION

I see you in every dream
The memory
of your eyes
haunts my days.
I hear your infectious
laugh
on the wind
Your boyish grin robs me
of complacency.
I would be yours 
if you asked
But it will never be
For you don't even know
my name.

Marg
July 31, 1992
From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem--Drive me away
Date: 23 Aug 92 11:11:40 GMT
Organization: Real/Time Communications


                        Drive me away

Drive me away
I dare you
my heart is tough in its loving
my heart is determined in its caring
your recklessness
your need to hurt me away
in fear that I will leave
anyway
does not frighten me
I will stand my ground
and embrace the wild force of your fear
I will show you your true self
the beautiful one from whom you were turned
so early
to whom you are returning
so late
I will not give you what you ask
I will give you only that which you want
so do your worst with me
get it over with
the thirty-odd-year-old tantrum
do it now
go through the storm
so we can get on with loving...
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: some cats slip
Date: 14 Aug 92 10:52:46 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

=


	some cats slip, some cats slide
	some just slither, some spin wide
	some go splat, some go split
	some go lick-lick, never quit
	some sprawl flat, it's so ungainly
	or crawl pat-pat, too timid, mainly
	it's not nice to laugh too loudly
	so unseemly as they proudly
	line up, ones and twos and threes
	by the pond beyond the trees
	frozen hard in winter's grace
	oh sure, they try to save face
	as they vainly take their places
	trying hard to leave no traces
	you haven't heard? why, every year
	when winter's claws scratch out the year
	cats too cool too chase mere mice
	do secret things for fun on ice


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: sana@McLaren.t-sisi.tis.co.jp (Kaz "ACID" Sanada)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Once in a lifetime
Date: 21 Aug 92 10:43:46 GMT
Reply-To: sana@McLaren.pontneuf.tis.co.jp
Organization: Toyo Information Systems Co.Ltd., Tokyo, Japan.

Hot summer days
Blinded by the sun
No energy to think over
except about you

I'm not so tough
to live such a hard life
But I feel I can
if I'm with you

Sometimes I
cried over the misfortune
But I believe I'm lucky
because I chanced to see you

Once in a lifetime
to fall in such a deep abyss of love
But it will change my life better
I can't help promise you everlasting love

           Kazuhiro Sanada
Toyo Information Systems Co.Ltd., Japan (TEL:03(3271)5211)
  sana@McLaren.pontneuf.tis.co.jp --Love will overcome Time and Distance--
From: hovis_ea@lrc.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Gleam
Date: 12 Aug 92 13:13:34 EDT
Organization: Lenoir-Rhyne College, Hickory, NC

			Star cloud
			gleam,
		        of warm light.
			Breathe of Angels,
			cold,
			to mortal touch.
			Light of 
			life
			shines clear,
			the meadow basked 
			in pale
			light.

			Lovers entwined in
			passion,
			embrace
			captive star
			beaming bright.
			Frantic,
			search for
			love,
			for passion.
			All cares are
			gone,
			love is the
			open sky.

			Kiss,
			of the Angel's
			breathe,
			brings eternal
			love.
			As a star cloud
			passion.
			Tender touch
			as pale light
			glows.
			End embrace,
			until
			dusk's dawn.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: R3TLM@VM1.CC.UAKRON.EDU
Subject: help?!?
Organization: The University of Akron
Date: Sat, 22 Aug 1992 15:12:44 GMT

 
        Its been a while since I've put something up here. Lately, I've
had no inspiration for poetry of any sort. I'm trying to pull myself out
of it and am not having a whole lot of success. However, I did manage to
write this one poem and I would really appreciate all responses I could
get regarding it. In advance, thank you.
        And another thing, I'm also in need of any possible titles you
could suggest. You can clearly see, as of yet, it doesn't have one. Once
again, in advance, thank you.
 
 
The birds seem to echo their calls to one another
asking and answering with a difference so subtle
only one learned of them knows which is which.
 
The wind blows the leaves, creating its own music.
Watch as the grass dances, matching the wind's passion.
Careful where you tread, don't disturb them.
 
Background: insects, barely noticed, chirp and buzz.
They add an eerie undertone as the sun dims,
while Night steals light from Day----End Act I
 
 
In the canyon, no trees, the wind, partnerless,
searches for a mate, whispering uncertain,
through all the nooks, questioning everything.
 
Water flows, almost silently, minding the
quiet rhythmic sound as ripples carress the shore.
It lulls itself to sleep as it moves downstream.
 
ROOOAAARRRR. Swords flash, as the mountain lion
leaps at a drunken owl lazily flying too low tonight.
Sated, the cat dines eagerly----End Act II
 
 
Slowly, everything settles as the wolf howls.
Distant sounds bring peace as the world rests,
and the owls mourn the lost no longer.
 
The sun, ever vigilant, has found new light.
Day brings brightly colored skies, daring Night.
Night, too tired, retreats, taking its own with it.
 
Calm, gently broken, as morning awakes
first voice--a bird, open-eyes, seeks it brethren.
Start again little ones, start again
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: it's nice to be
Date: 13 Aug 92 18:39:25 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

=


	it's nice to be a lawn with you
	all only on our lonely
	all oddy on our toddy
	when others left their leaves have done
	and having done, did do
	...and they bush their chests right out
	...and shrub their shoulders fine
	all berry berry proud and mighty
	all height and might oh yes inseed
	all hoighty in their toighty
	all on their own parade
	but weed own care at all, at all
	and wood knot give a dam a damn
	spreading butter on our toddy
	forest fruits all smeared in jam
	all quincy not too mincy
	all be who are what am


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: shamik@cs.umd.edu (Shamik Sharma)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: The heart beat
Date: 20 Aug 92 03:08:29 GMT
Organization: U of Maryland, Dept. of Computer Science, Coll. Pk., MD 20742

---------------------
The heart beat
---------------------

Yesternight,
on my computer screen,
a face popped up -
an angelic face,
and familiar too
I know not how.

She smiled at me
a smile that said
Be not sad - there's life ahead
Saying so much
in unsaid words
she dissolved away ..

All alone, I worry now
Why she came
and what she saw
in my happy face
that made her smile
the way she did.

Is it my eyes
that say too much
or is the heart
as hard to hide
as it is to show.

-shamik
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: murmurs too near
Date: 23 Aug 92 14:56:54 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

=


	murmurs too near to fear
	too dear to be unclear
	this near sense of treasure
	...it's just a turn of phrase
	a word ablaze...a dousing
	sluiced through fingers all to blame
	a sensing densing darkly dimmed in tone
	intoned to tell in this warm place
	this meekly murmured flame
	too bleak, too near...
	too far, always just a touch too far away...
	all through your flare of hair
	some do, some dare, some don't, all stare...
	there...look, just there...

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Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
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