"chartered" poems
Off she went all dressed up to meet the guy she swiped left upon.
Five feet 10 his profile said but that's where all the lies began!
In she walked in her killer heels, eyes wide and bright to look for him.
But not a sign of him to see had he stood her up? How dare he!
Then at the bar worst for wear she saw his face and balding head.
How had he aged so much, so soon from the photos that made her swoon.
Well the truth aired and shots were fired, Napoleon's descendant had clearly lied!
The CEO of a successful business would be up at 5 for the newspaper deliveries.
His holiday home was a caravan, in the **** of Wales where no one went.
His hair had gone south long ago and his belly was chasing it now as well.
But in all of this, had she lied? Was she 48 or 55?
Had those lips been rendered too? With botox and the wrinkles smoothed.
At 48 or 55 that dress had some riples inside.
The parts Spanx can't control, where age and love handles roll.
She stayed they drank. Then drank again and laughed and talked of other things.
They danced made shapes for all to see like watching a form of epilepsy.
They left at one her shoes in hand, holes in her tights, lipstick smeared upon his cheek and a room to find to seal the deal.
Promises made to meet again and drink and dance and meet their friends.
Next week he was sat at the very same bar, watching the door for her enterance!
She? Oh no, nowhere to be seen. Across the town at another scene. This time an accountant, chartered too!
But we all know it isn't true.
Fairytale endings nowhere to be seen. Just nights of ****** and living the dream.
All in all is this all that they want? Repeating the cycle over again.
With another fool in fancy dress?
Viewed from the bottom of an empty glass.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City.
Nothing would surprise him.
The beast in the jungle was what he saw--
Edith Wharton's obfuscating older brother. . .
He fled the demons
of Manhattan
for fear they would devour
his inner ones
(the ones who wrote the books)
& silence the stifled screams
of his protagonists.
To Europe
like a wandering Jew--
WASP that he was--
but with the Jew's
outsider's hunger. . .
face pressed up
to the glass of ***
refusing every passion
but the passion to write
the words grew
more & more complex
& convoluted
until they utterly imprisoned him
in their fairytale brambles.
Language for me
is meant to be
a transparency,
clear water gleaming
under a covered bridge. . .
I love his spiritual sister
because she snatched clarity
from her murky history.
Tormented New Yorkers both,
but she journeyed
to the heart of light--
did he?
She took her friends on one last voyage,
through the isles of Greece
on a yacht chartered with her royalties--
a rich girl proud to be making her own money.
The light of the Middle Sea
was what she sought.
All denizens
of this demonic city caught
between pitch and black
long for the light.
But she found it
in a few of her books. . .
while Henry James
discovered
what he had probably
started with:
that beast, that jungle,
that solipsistic scream.
He did not join her
on that final cruise.
(He was on his own final cruise).
Did he want to?
I would wager yes.
I look back with love and sorrow
at them both--
dear teachers--
but she shines like Miss Liberty
to Emma Lazarus' hordes,
while he gazes within,
always, at his own
impenetrable jungle.
3.2k
They enter the bus
Conversing
About busses
Like this one
And other passengers
Taking up space
Designated for them
They do not address us
But clearly
They are talking about
Us
Like they sit in the lobby
In cheap chartered hotels
Taking up space
Conversing
About other guests
Being loud
Or obnoxious
They do not address us
Or ask who we are
But clearly
They assume
And they are talking
About us
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
You never know when your pain only hurts so bad
As if it were screaming out loud
To get you to pay attention some how
About the greatness before
If you’re willing to leave the chartered shore
Be open to fear, to growth, to pain
In these opportunities of change you will rightfully reign
As king and captain of your soul
Bringing riches, treasures and glory
That “comfortable times” aren’t strong enough to teach
You define yourself by how you answer the door to Life
You develop yourself by how you knock on the door of Life
The world is waiting to offer a price on you set too low
Filled with can’t and don’t and wont
You can raise the price upon your head
By robbing Experience of her silver lining
In doing so, truly finding
How great you are and the change you can make
Don’t leave it to Fate – she’s just an excuse
To accept poor circumstances rather than create better ones
Stand strong – especially when you stand alone
Be the lone tree dwarfing fields of grass
Don’t give into the world and become another drone
Be yourself and have plenty
Define yourself and be happy
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC
**His face is white like chalk,
he mulls death as an option,
"bleed , bleed my heart,
till you are white" pleads his desperation,
flying back after loosing her forever, deeply hurt,
everything he achieved so young
seems now just dirt,
in a chartered flight empty
except the crew and him
no easy route he can think to ease the pain.
Through the window,
in the bare blue sky his eyes fall
on a lone albatross,
going down loosing height,
gravity pulls one down each moment,
rise above the clouds and expect a thunderbolt,
then go down like a flight in distress any moment.
thinking about her streaming eyes that followed
as he left her even without a goodbye,
he hears her SOS ringing in mind.
Will she ever know what really happened to them?
"Our love has been betrayed by the world,
we've been taken for a ride by all we did trust,
now far away from the hold of reality,
this cruel world anymore, doesn't deserve us"
The flight has taken to heiger altitude, away from all this
enters in to the magnificent city of clouds,
without seeking anybody's permission.
The skyscrapers in the high street of this opulent place
has created new reality to him without her
The steeples of cloud cathedrals bring calm,
there isn't any going back from this tranquil world.
"I wouldn't go back from here, dear captain,
look! how well we have fitted in this reality's fold
let us not turn back, but land here in the city of clouds,
where all flights, of every time, land for ever, never look back.
Call the air traffic control, make your voice cheerful
even the paths here are covered with cloud carpets,
let's save the fuel, fly on the wings of clouds
steady towards eternity, that wait for us."**
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
Designer clothes, glittering cars,
A million buck fragrance,
Costly drink at the bars,
Flying in chartered planes,
Your so called stars ,
Celebs at the parties,
Smoking cigars .
Oh, you like calling it high society ?
Then please do, mister,
I can take facts with ease.
I've been a slave to it, since so long,
I know how ******* high it is.
Effin brats of billionaire dads,
Acting cool with pricey ****
******* roaming in alluring rags,
All slaves like me, of tempting fads.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
A glance across a crowded room
my eyes transfixed on another
From a distance our eyes meet for a moment then continue on there chartered course
But...upon my glancing return
Exudes a presence of wonder,
an aurora of sheer beauty,
an understated elegance
and sexiness a plenty.
That is a Woman!
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
out of the harbors the tall ships sailed
to lands thousands of miles away
through turgid seas and windy brace
their masts did daily course
sextant employed to navigate
the stars were chartered
following a path to Southern bays
where crews did disembark
to set up colonies for mother lands
during the 1700's the tall ships
set sail from England and Spain
to foreign shores of exotic vegetation
there they settled and stayed
to populate the terrain
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Beyond the Eisenhower context
We still have to guard against
The military industrial complex
Which requires in every respect
That our government be checked
As we’re forced to question, what is this?
It’s reminiscent of Guerin’s book
Fascism and Big Business
We can clearly see a certain confluence
So we must guard against
The acquisition of unwarranted influence
When surrounded by generals and billionaires
It can directly impact how the populous fares
Because these are un-chartered waters
And didn’t the Nazis claim to be
Just following orders
In Germany, then a democratic state
Neumann said that the Nazi’s sole ambition
Was to uproot what existed there
Until they could come into position
And we need not forget
As we look at the current cabinet
History frequently repeats itself
So we are to blame and no one else
When the great leader
is surrounded by acolytes
Who defend his positions
Whether wrong or right
It gives us many sleepless nights
And the media gets, a thousand sound bites
Comprised from their various talking points
Out of the mouths of those he anoints
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
some people see through the guises of death and birth and see the emotional void created
( in )
motherless mother absence.
i feel when i walk-
in death i walk safe -
in life, i like talking walks
curious of realms beyond time and space
each universe person a beat of drum , a snare, a snake an elephant
a human
sometimes --
i feel the revolutions swing in motion and leave all past notions in the bin just
to search through them to feel again,
sometimes the pain is a mess and i kinda like it
( but i don't ) i grow from it and it feeds me
lyrically
emotional backlog untampered.
kept from childhood stance
to womanhood chartered flights.
to smoke signal nights of cinnamon daytime incense and reveling in universal flows with a jaded partner in 'crime'
my friends feel the intangible lines
i am glad i walk this path with friends
sometimes
i just feel that we are not working together
as a whole
as a fluid aspect of nature
through the perspex glass of freedom
the free doom
promised -
there lies beyond
fields of wild flowers and untainted mountain spring of green water flows
carving streams of minds flow onto blank screen filled
in the darkest crevice of my mind
i find
hope.
in people.
i find faith in humanity again. and again,
in myself
if i can,
you can,
if you can,
anyone can,
what can we do? now that is a question i'd like to ask.
what can we afford to do? what can we afford to not do?
(a smile is free)
riddle me this, humor me if you will ...
what can we do?
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
I didn't know how hungry I was
until you leaned over and kissed me
there was no build up
no soft kisses before the hard ones
its an explosion
as both our hands
re-explored chartered territory
reunited with each other
your hips urged
and mine responded
your hips pressed and rubbed
and I responded
your hands pulled me tight
and stroked me
your fingers entered
and my back arched
I want you
with my body
I want you
with my heart
But you pull away from me
and we sleep
just to pull me close again
how can I say no?
my body is screaming yes
clothes are lost
I've never been so
naked with anyone before
you know me better
you see me more
you know what my body wants
but you won't
you know me better
you know me completely
you know what my heart wants
but you wont
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
In my dream the other night
Meteors where in flight
They streaked across my midnight sky
Like fireworks on the 4th of July
Forever screaming through space
Far above this sad human race
As I watched such beauty rain through the heavens
The nightingale's song did beckon
It brought my attention back to the ground
Horrified by what I found
Hairless apes that swung down from the trees
Are now on bended knees
I heard them praying to their Gods
They seemed to be at odds
I seen them on their bellies crawl
Look up to the sky in awe
For they feared his wrath
They feared his laugh
Praying to an unseen entity
When mother nature held the remedy
I turn my attention back to the star sprinkled sky
But even there thing's where starting to go awry
The sky was falling into the deepest darkest hole
A hole so greedy it refused to even let the light go
The world started to spin
The hairless apes screamed it was because of the other man's sin
Refusing to see sin belongs to each of them
Instead they just chartered
About the depravity of one another, none of it matter
Colors no one had ever seen swirled by
It was the most pleasing journey to the eye
As I rode the earth into the void
Streaking into the blackness like an asteroid
Relishing the thought human nature would soon be destroyed
But I fell like a stone
Waking up in my bed alone
T.V. showing the morning news
Terrorist plotting against the Jews
Everyone hating on one another
Their religion is their cover, trying to use it to smother
Them apes are to blind to see
That thier imaginary entity
Is the original sin
Another reason for men to hate men
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably;
Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be.
Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea.
He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee.
They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound.
For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground.
With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line.
He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time.
But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn.
Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn.
A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place
It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase.
What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know.
He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro.
The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat,
It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat.
Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast
As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last.
The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around.
Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground.
“Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly.
Little did he know what this would cost him personally.
These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town.
His patients have all left him and he closed his office down.
His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls.
He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all.
So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus,
before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Invested trust, so poorly spent,
Even the stars have somehow bent.
Crippling doubt, head has a glitch.
Agony thrives, heart's on the fritz.
Relentless gripe, slow to succumb.
Desolate soul, coming undone.
Chartered chaos, hanging the noose. Afflicted love, won't cut me loose.
Demise of dreams, spoken too soon.
You, my love, did not hang the moon.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
Investors need to stop treating stocks as a ‘beauty contest’ and follow the difficult investment style of Keynes, global pension expert Keith Ambachtsheer said.
Data produced in a working paper from the Harvard Business Schoolshowed that portfolios built on firms with a good material sustainability rating outperformed those that had a poor rating, an aspect not considered enough by investors who were caught up with quarterly returns, Ambachtsheer said at a Chartered Financial Analyst seminar in Sydney on Monday.
“What I see happening out there is largely speculation – what Keynes called ‘beauty contest investing’, where everybody tries to figure out what the most popular stocks are going to be in six months, buys them and when they become really popular sells them,” Ambachtsheer said.
He added the implications of this investment style as an aggregate was a zero sum game, whereas investing should be taking savings and turning them into wealth producing capital.
“The key thing is you need to look beyond the next quarter; you look at the long-term sustainability of the business model of the corporation, as well as the people behind it in terms of how it is being managed.”
The Harvard Business School (HBS) working paper superimposed the Sustainability Accounting Standards Board materiality map (which identifies likely material sustainability issues on an industry-by-industry basis) onto 400 common US stocks identified through sustainability metrics from Kinder, Lydenberg, Domini Research & Analytics.
They examined what effect materiality would have over the long-term (starting from the 1980s) and found the top 10 per cent of firms that scored strongly on material sustainability outperformed the bottom 10 per cent, by nine per cent over a rolling twenty-year period.
“The practical question is, can you actually manage money this way in the real world? And the answer is yes, but it’s very hard, because you are doing unconventional things,” Ambachtsheer said.
Real-world Keynesianism investors – such as Warren Buffett and the Ontario Teachers’ Pension Plan – are in a minority despite outperforming over the long-term. In chapter 12 of his seminal workThe General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money, Keynes explained the reason for this was the essence of long-term investors meant their behaviour would be eccentric, unconventional and rash in the eyes of average opinion.
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
happiness
all i want
it's not a front
can't roll in a blunt
something i drink
or swish
or sweet
not something to eat
or a quick feel
not a tug on the reel
a new steering wheel
but it's what i want
and i'm gonna find it
trying to figure out where to look
i've read a number of books
to see what in the world
happiness looks
like
i saw it in a kid
he was riding his bike
and another little boy with his father
flying a kite
i saw it in the face
of the kenyan who won the boston marathon race
i saw it in the eyes
of a young couple
and it was two guys
i see it in the sun
in the beaming rays
when it grazes my face
i smell it in the kitchen
mother's cooking dinner
the roast is in the oven
and the dog is by her side
i saw it in her face
in her eyes
when id come home from work
she'd jump off the couch
in a very quick spurt
and start barking
jumping
and licking
and playing
happiness
i miss it
wish it was staying
i'm gonna find it
no matter how hard i try
i'm going to make it
through the world i'll glide
in happiness
i always strive
for happiness
but how do i get it?
do i stop try?
or go harder?
travel waters uncharted
boats not chartered
i seek happiness
i want to be smarter
i'd rather it not
have a price
can't be bought
but happiness
past present
all i sought
all i seek
just had a dream
and in the future
i see
happiness
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Somehow you saw that
I wake each day as though my purpose is to walk aimlessly with no desire to live.
I reject anything that promises security and has the chance of leaving me abandoned because
I grow in this cage of in securities that casts a foreboding shadow on any joy that comes my way.
You saw but you didn't really know that
My insides still scream , I want you to know !!
This feeling of 'I hate me' eats me whole,
It withers my conscious until its dark deserted leaving me nearly demented.
I feel obligated to smile but its in pieces from this constant silent reminder of 'you're too fat too fit in'
So my body heaves over toilet seats but its too numb to regurgitate, and leaves me with the gut wrenching realization that my tears are only worth urinals.
I see my reflection and it hurts me more, so with each ticking hour I'm broken with more velvet lines chartered on my arms, looking like a surgeons artwork. I die with handfuls of depressants altering my state of being ,invading, because I'd rather be far away. But mostly I lie with hard burning liquor for that instant buzz because its easier to blame a downer for these mad depressing days than to say 'I'm sad'.
Maybe now you know
But until I break from this mind forged ;
two legged,
two armed,
one headed prison called my body...
Falling in love ,
Being happy ,
Believing
are foreign concepts
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
new powers appear everyday
off course
simple stops in the day play out their onwards gleaming parralells of night
you shall not pass beyond my chartered flight
as day time slips to night
kali
is
the army's leader
i'd be scared
if i was u
but i'm not
i'm w
and w
is for winning
so sorry not sorry if i am a ninja of the night and i know martial arts
but - when i say i wearthis face for the both of us
we all know who is the most beautiful
friends all over
smoke and mirrors roy , all smoke and mirrors
and at athe age of 13 that is when my training truly began
at 10 my head was a book
( this is a riddle btw
)time rider
i'm the sphinx
and also the elepahnt in the room
i have found my niche and it is clean clear and free
night /
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
Fleeting expressions culminate
in rich tapestries given a chance,
you , tripped over my shoe.
I , touched your arm
We tumbled into conversation , we tumbled out of bed , we tumbled in emotion
history unsaid
Cultures with the same mind , how we are running the game
Tourists who go by the same name a single sigh when words escape our minds
Reeling as the waves roll in.
In ,
In,
In,
The tide is coming out again , we can walk across the quicksands with the chartered marks written by the corrosive tides , i'd whisper this to you , but there is no distance
Space but an illusion
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
When common sense prevails
And Whitehall gets demolished
Once politics has died a death
When voting is abolished
The world can then recover
From an era of attrition
But mindful of the wandering
Redundant politician
For safeguarding the public
And ensuring that our nation
Is free from slimy bureaucrats
With dodgy legislation
Is vital for survival
So we’d better reemploy them
And here are some suggestions
As to how we might enjoy them
They could bungee jump volcanoes
For the National Geographic
Or lie down in a busy road
To calm the morning traffic
We could shave their glossy hair off
And turn it into wigs
Then pulverise the rest of them
For feeding to the pigs
If you’ve just made a coffee
And spilt a little drop
Then grab one by the ankles
And Presto! It’s a mop
Just roll one over nettles
If ever you’re impeded
And stand them on the riverbed
If stepping stones are needed
They’re great for hanging coats on
And extinguishing cigars
They’re useful safety dummies
For testing foreign cars
If hollowed out and quilted
They make a fetching scarf
And quite the conversation piece
If pickled, cut in half
The list is almost endless
And I’ve mentioned fairly few
There’s a myriad of ****** jobs
To find for them to do
But first they should be rounded up
A vessel must be chartered
To send them to the front line
Of the wars they ****** started
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
How crazy my life is???
At First
I loved you
Like nothing,
You were there all day
Running through my mind
And I have gone through
Trillions of tears
Falling from my eye
All yearning for You...
But
You never felt my pain
You just ignored
The fact that
You Love me
And said
You never gonna love me
And then
Suddenly one day
You disappeared
From my lonely life
and surprisingly
I didn't cry for you
Instead I consoled my self
That I didn't lose anything
In my life,
And if there's anyone
to lose Because of this,
It's none other than
But
Deep inside my heart
I secretly hoped
For you to come back to me
And finally
After two months
Of your disappearance
You came back to me,
I didn't knew
What to say or what to do
You were completely
A changed person,
You said that
You are coming
To see me,
Then I felt that
You really missed me,
You wanted me to choose
The colour of your shirt
That you are going to wear
When you are coming to see me,
Then I felt you need me,
You asked what I want
From you, so that you could buy it
And come when you are coming
To see me,
Then I felt that
You really love me
This is not so you
I knew the person
I loved very well
He had gone
And this same person
Who came back
Was completely different....
If I were the girl
Who loved you crazily
I would have cried
And might have said
Those hurting words
"I love you"
But
Your ignorance have
Changed me completely
That I don't know
What to do
That you are here
And I don't want
To utter those cupid words
As I'm not ready
For another heart break
Because
I couldn't find any valid piece
Of my heart
The first and the last time
You chartered and chopped it
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Chartered this life from demise
I grew to prefer schedules
open for celebrations,
as well, for funerals
in pouring rains
or in breezy plains.
And I rose occasions to escape
oblivion outta daily delights
and saved my nerves
for coffin wood fragrance
and feiry dark grey shades
and hid myself in timid
strange bubble world.
Then I would blare to stay aside
by missing to pull together,
but to fall apart dodging
any greetings, yet fearing
goodbyes, like fire-darts,
'coz for everytime a beloved
hits the ground, dead cold,
it burns a part in me
smoking away the reasons
we make to live, before we hit!
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
i hate it;
i ******* hate the way you hold me in your arms
-and make me feel like nothing could ever matter more,
and so i sat in the rain for hours
until i went numb
felt anything but your touch;
dancing on the tips of my skin
carving courtesies in the pores of my heart
and every drop burnt like acid
-because the rain was an intruder beginning the tango
when i had only ever learnt;
the waltz
so then my bones chartered swiftly with the violin that was your voice and with the waltz that is this heart
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
So many unchartered channels,
and coursing currents, in the deepest ravines,
or the steepest hills,
masked in shadow, drenched with emotion,
this is the human heart.
The poor explorer,
the one who wants to know every nook and cranny,
must endure the rain, heat, and cold,
the light and dark,
he persists, deep into the human heart.
That poorest fellow,
but by choice he carries on.
In every season,
in all our misfortune,
he persists until every sector,
square and quadrant of the vast human hearts
expanse, is chartered, and know,
leaving nothing to mystery.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 5:59 AM UTC
I have loved you in so many ways,
In crowds or all alone,
When you were sitting beside me and
When you were away from my arms,
I imagined others watching and enjoying
Your glamour in the street with pride,
I have watched the sea waves and loved you,
I have sat quietly and loved you
And counting minutes till chartered
Hours where I stand and loved you,
And the questions I always wanted to asked,
The answer I learnt at love’s expense,
I have promised myself,
I will not ask where you have been,
I will only say hello and hope loving you
Has showed me how to accept myself,
Meeting you is a relief for
My several sever spinal pain,
What goes round comes round indeed,
How young and eloquent,
Gentle and humble,
Caring and loving,
Respectful and understanding,
For you have all the qualities that
Qualifies To a higher quantum
Quoted for a quality of a loving lady,
Keep me by your side as a chick,
For we are the march of two beach birds,
A pure couple of sparrows in a nest
I have loved you and
I cannot remain an island forever,
Show me your secret loving symbols,
For the understanding of your
Affectionate shadow next to you,
And I will continue to love.
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC