"yee" poems
#STICK’EM UP with LIQUID NAILS
DANGER ! EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE
See Other Caution on Back Panel:
I’m hot for you Cowgirl – you’re so flammable my glue-gun starts to melt; my screwdriver starts twisting when you loosen that low-slung belt. You make me feel like laying re-bar in a freshly-poured foundation. Shoot me up with that caulk gun baby – I need you like salvation. Ten and one-half fluid ounces – pull off your top, pop a love-cap in me. Fingerin’ your trigger while the job is gettin’ bigger so take me for a ride to the hardware store, honey, cause I’m seeing red and feeling white on your golden background’s sheer delight. Hammer me a heart-full, spike me on a cross of blonde, I’m hanging ten, surfing the tube of your magic wand. I’ve been in love ever since I first waterproofed my seamy undersides with you… stand over me in those red, red boots, you Liquid Nails Girl – and from your pure white Stetson let righteousness unfurl. You won the shoot-out long before you even drew, my dear. Lost hope of the Wild West, Final Frontal Feminine Frontier – there’s only one side of you… your GOOD side. Just one look and your fearless gaze silences the foes, my blooming prairie rose.
YEE – HAW ! Be my angel, be my dream, my valentine rodeo queen, be my bodyguard, my therapist, long & tall & hard & wet – be my Liquid Nails Girl forever and I’ll ride right into your sunset…
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Tonights the night to party
Not just because I say
Tonights the night to party
Because it ' s the ending of the day
Throw up your hands
and yell yee haw
Grab a drink and hit the floor
Dancing without caring
That's what this party's for
The band is slightly out of tune
But, hey who gives a ****
They sound better later on
When you are really lit
By two a.m you'd think that they
Were Alabama and George Jones
While you're trying to record them on
Your prissy little phones
This place don't karaoke
You're singing with the band
You're singing country music
It's the best in all the land
No running shoes, just cowboy boots
Will get you in the door
If you come in with a cowboy hat
Make sure it faces to the front
All the dude's they wear them backwards
And they look like a dumb c***
Tonights the night to party
Not just because I say
Tonights the night to party
Because it ' s the ending of the day
Throw up your hands
and yell yee haw
Grab a drink and hit the floor
Dancing without caring
That's what this party's for
You can listen for the steel guitar
It's there in every song
Hey man, this here's a country bar
And steel guitar , it just belongs
There's always background fiddle
Drums like Levon from The Band
Piano played like Jerry Lee
The floor's all blood and sand
You've come on out to party
Now show them how a redneck does
Knock back a few and get up here
And when you dance, you cuss
The music here will rock you
It's American through and through
It's a good old country party
It's all red white and blue
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
*Yee hee hee hee haw
ha ha ha ha ha
the old Laughing Santa wished
íFeliz Navidad!
with his eight little reindeers, carrying the sleigh
he came swiftly, flying our way
sleigh bells ringing, whooshing through the snow
his sturdy little reindeers, rushed in a row
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and *****
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen
they swoosh and crash and dash and scoot
they bolt so fast, and look so cute
children singing and dancing with joy
as he showers some glitters of happiness in sky
It's an occasion of celebration
there's no room for sadness
let's spread the joy by doing
a random act of kindness
Yee hee hee hee haw
ha ha ha ha ha
the old Laughing Santa wished
íFeliz Navidad!*
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Match, match forward and go, you heroic sons of America
Reconnoiter into the strongholds of boko haram,
And restore our captive girls from the foul custody,
Lawlessly held hostage by the connoisseurs of terror,
Go on and recover poor souls from ribald of religion
Impishly created by Moslem from the satanic verses,
Regulating foray of terror on the poor of the poor
****** mahyeming, looting and executing massacres,
Match on and on yee angels of democracy,
Don’t stop in any haste or in any wonder,
To help in the sham flabbergastations,
About the Igbos who fought the Biafra,
And the Yorubas who federally defended,
Under the aegis of Obasanjo the Sandhurst
General, where are they all to save the girls
Of Nigeria from the Islamist terror
Excuted by boko haram the handmaid of evil.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Saddle up
Gurl!
It's time
to hit the trail,
as quietly & gently
I spank the pony-
tail,
&
know,
it's how
I love you, baby..
You'll see me riding like the wind,
spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.
We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!
Our
Poke(h)er
hands
stayed empty
&
the music's...
long since died.
Your sweet songs done,
gone & left me
(sobs)
tumbleweed rolls by
Once
we prospected forever
in this inky ol' ghost town
marking spots with X's before
a WANTED sign was found
and
One Moonshine
still
ain't big en'f 'f both of us
to get our quills thirst drowned
(hic-
cup)
"Look West,
and to the horizon,
see the stage at the edge of town?"
My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around
Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills
I'll slap my thigh
&
Yee-haw !
riding for them there hills
~Saddled up in the softest leather
Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!
Corseted
& brimming,
encased in
perfume scented lace
~Bat my eyelids for the masses~
I'll find another place.
And
then you can
cut a swell down Main Street,
(remember the brothels to your right)
keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight
cos just outside that swing (ing) door,
the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,
stood grimacing in his top hat,
grasping 13 nails
tight.
&
I'm sure
you'll measure up
darling
blowing rubied kisses
as
I bid
mine own
true-love's heart
goodnight.
***HiHO Silver,
away..........!***
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!)
Rockin country genre
"Big Mouth Surgery"
(by david John Clare)
(rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix)
Wow! She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot
But we don't get... just what she's trying to say
We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet
Guess all them new school-words get in the way
We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician
But he wanted more... than we could pay
So we took her down to see... our local town physician
And here's what old doc... had to say
Boys...
"She needs Big Mouth Surgery"
Her tongue is on the blink
She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more
'Cause she don't know how to think
So please don't be stallin'
Her brain is now corrupt
Can't you see that she has fallen'
And she just can't ''shut-up!"
Big Mouth Surgery
Cause no pills seem to work
Hurry please now doctor
Before she drives us all berserk
Big Mouth Surgery
But will it work without a doubt?
Better make it a lobotomy
Before she starts to shout!
(solo)
Our reputations are expensive
While her talk is **** cheap
You just can't tell her nothin'
'Cause a secret she can't keep
No one seems to know
What the fuss is all about
We're just waitin' for her brain
To catch up with her mouth
She needs Big Mouth Surgery
Her mind is on the blink
She always talks, talks and talks all day
Why can't she just please stop & think?
So please don't be stallin'
Her head is all corrupt
Can't you see that she has fallen'
Her fat-mouth can't shut-up!
Big Mouth Surgery
We need to find her a shrink
Hurry please there doctor
Before she drives us all to drink
Big Mouth Surgery
She's heard north, east, west & south
Who gave her brain a laxative?
Got diarrhea of the mouth!
Big Mouth Surgery
No pill can take effect
Hurry please now doctor
She is a mental wreck
Our minds: she made us loose
Her words: just seem to ooze
It's so hard: to take a snooze
We just drown all-day in *****
Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . .
To wash away our ear-ache blues!
Yip Yip Zip Lip! ...Yee Haw!
(c) 2009 David Wayne Clare
CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI
all rights reserved
in perpetuity
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
Shake it
Rub it
Touch it
Lick it
Yeeeuuu
***** ***** wet *****
***** ***** rose *****
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
The crowds, slithering down the aisles
aimless yet ordered, manoeuvering
shopping carts and metal baskets
Welcome to the lower class, the minion slave tied to the renting a house instead of a home. The climate is too harsh not to have shelter. They shop at thrift stores and outfit themselves for twenty bucks, hell they can find a living room for under a hundred dollars or bones or what ever you want to call them, that magic thing called Ca$h.
All those people spending that cash, in most cases, hard earned.
How did this ever happen * The Consumer they call us
We save a lot of money
Spending money we don't got.
Ownership is the problem.. How does someone have the right to stake a claim to a chunk of land, then parcel it off and make money selling it.
The Earth belongs to all of us.
The rich will go forward and lay claim to any planet they can reach for its natural resources.. How the hell can we let that happen. The Universe is ours, it belongs to everybody. We will leave this dirt and venture back when it has healed.
I can see them harvesting asteroids and riding comets, waving there Stetsons
And hootin' yee haw as they speed through the galaxy, trying to hold onto their imagined power. The making up the rules as they go along.
Sometimes I just have to ignore everything and create my own little world.
A world where I trust my dead friends for sure. I don't know about everyone else.
Leave everything all behind finding some real peace. Not this chanting about it, but shaping it and moving it like the malleable construct that it is....
if you can call it a construct... and if you can't then 'what the hell'.
We are more than we know, more than we claim.. the People can be the power
We can start again, start all over before we swallow ourselves whole... and in part. Dismembered for certain. Dismembered and sent to the other side of the country, or half way around the world.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
In a hollow off the main road
sits a village that time forgot
Where things flow, a little slow
and peace of mind need not be bought
The main street beckons all to see
how life ebbed and flowed in the past
Where smiles abound, the happy sound
of a life not metered nor fast
There you'll find the town Silversmith
making jewelry in a forge
The coffeehouse, echos of Strauss
a trodden path out to the gorge
It is home to the Glen Helen
part of a thousand acre woods
Steering the helm, coin of the realm
are the fruits of the craftsman's goods
There by the Antioch College
we spent a good deal of our youth
Climbing the trees, skinning our knees
among beauty we knew as truth
You might just see children playing
Hide and Seek throughout the street
Where "all yee all yee in come free"
sings of a melody so sweet
So should you find that your bones ache
from the pains of life you endure
Take a stroll, over the knoll
to the little town with the cure
Tate
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
DIL - DIL SE
DIL DIL SE ** JAYE KHFA THO KYA ** .
KHFA HOKE CHUUT JAYE THO KYA **
SATH CAHA THA KISI APNE KA WO APNA HI SATH NAA AYE THO KYA **
KADAM SE KADAM CLNA THA USKE SATH WO NAA CHAL PAYE THO KYA **
HUM THO INTJAR KRTE RHE UNKA MAGER YEE INTJAR HI RHE JAYE THO KYA **
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Oh beloved Ruler jpc-RDD,
Since I fell
into thy honey ***
I am some honey bee
stuck on thee.!
I can't stop writing poetry!
Gosh I think I am
becoming thee!
Sweet Honey PA pie bee.
Yee art stuck on me!
Angel Cherry Rick piepppp.
I wrote another ice on fire
cherry pie getting yee higher
Dipped in ice frost
with cream on fire.
Served piping hot inked
In buttery poem dipped
In sweet pie honey bee
for me and for thee!
~~~~
By:Karijinbba.
2021
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 7:33 PM UTC
1.
Dard ko kaagaz *** utarna aata hota to hum bhi galib hotee, magar humara dard to sinee mai dafan hai !!
Hum Galib to nehi magar likhne ka junoon rekhte hain, kisi aur ke dard mai apna dard dhoond liya kerte hain.....
2.
Duaen jhoot ko sach banane ke liye mangi jatii hai !!! Sach ko jhoot banen ki koi fariyaad nehi hoti..
3.
Zakham sabke hote hain,magar khuredna koi nehi chata..
Yee hai maasukha jisee chodna koi nehi chaataa..
Agar zahkam mere tum dekho to zakham saha nehi jata..
4.
Aaj phir usne kaha plz understand ... Mai na jane kyon uskii naa mai haan samajh gya, phir dil ko bewafa samajh gya..
5.
Mai iss umeed mai dooba tuu bacha lega ... abb iske baad kya mera intehaan lega
6.
Aaj tune phir us mod *** sath choda, phir mekhane ke bahar haath choda ... hum is mod see is kadar wakif hai, kii lagta hai tune phir ghar laa choda....
7.
Dhunvee kii aadat sii hoo gyee hai nashe kii cahaat sii hoo gye hai...
Tuu na rehe to kya hua tere bina jeene kii aadat sii hoo gyee hai...
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
(RDD-BBA)
~~~~
The universe conspires as mirror to mine soul's eye,
I see myself as best friend
Or worst enemy.
I feel and see thy painted canvas in mine sky,
turning blue, with clouds
of white, trees of green.
Treasure map on hand.
And lullaby in mind's eye
Thine courage wisdom, grace my true north compass is.
First time I ever saw thee
Mine lovers face !
The poetess in me began
in poem to trace it's magic.
The friend in my mirror,
I now see is also thee.
And in thy mirror
yee too can see me.
Confidant, I love thee.
I sow myself in mirror clearly
and I learned to love
myself in thine eyes poetry.
Thine wild bird of paradise
I too in word paint.
The best poetry we devour
and share fully, roots
from our own hearts,
Forever in love.
~~~~~~
Karijinbba- rdd/bba
at Mr and Mrs Andrews.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
You hit. A flopped an fit lien to then bgs. .,. S€€
You knew. That wingding sis my tots fav font you know this
,,.h so you're is Tia dim a frog
And this frig lies till I lie in ab oboe
I'm a g I'm. P and and op g
So I'd you want to fight me I just might *** Yee
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
A lame boy; they say I be
Low-pitched guy?; yee' that's me
been a lame boy since I was three
Dull and placid; unsatisfactory
been a quiet boy; since I was born
Psychopathic; and somewhat tough
Sail your ship up-north; I go offshore
A prodigal son;...
left by his mum; at the age of four
Sometime I'm cool; sometimes I'm warm
Father wasn't sure; if I was sane or not
Thought my abnormalities; equals 'dull
So he left Up-North where he'd be bother-not
Father's gone; mum's living rough
Doing enough stuff to rid the boy off.....
the black hole living in the boy's thought
Cos' everyone gets lost; crossing the boy's port
Afterward; I was left in this dungeon
Life raised me to this lame strong boy
A lame boy; raised by rain of dirt
All he's ever taste was the opposite of joy
This lame boy will soon find joy
I'm lame for sure; but my feet are strong
My mind find words when my hands are bored
My heart finds love when my head's at fault
When you bring me stress; I'm turning blind
Cos' this lame boy seems to find
Peace in the loneliness of his mind
Seeing the path ahead and behind
This lame boy is ****** enshrined
Prodigal and divine; a boy you can't confine
Cos' money or ******* doesn't define
his mentality and the way he grind
I'm that lame boy; that you hiss and judge
For my writability and use of words
While you nuisance spew sh*t and sort
I do my lame stuff; Yea; I sit and jot...
And then I pour.....; my state of mind; in a distinctive thought
Well; I'm a lame boy; I only look upfront
I don't care if my root; is clean or not
Don't mind if my boot is filled with mud
Only focus on my dreams and things I sought
I'm a lame boy; I've seen the sea and shore
Crawled this earth from south to North
Been in this world before 94
Before Abacha ruin the course; of this Nation more
Lame boy this; lame boy that
'Lame boy 's shit'; 'lame boy 's bad'
"He's lame and dull; he can't attack"
"too rough and poor; he's not my type"
Well; this lame boy doesn't care 'bout
Words from your lilly-filthy mouth
Cos' this lame boy is now an OG; yes!
An Original Gent; who is God-blessed
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
I feel you golden heart.
I see you in every tree you are mine my nature
your manly magnetic essence on my left cheek.
warms me like sun-shine.
I glow in face feeling lovely
in that paradise you chose
while you pictured us both.
thinking of happily ever after;
true love, fame and great fortune, changing Earth was all ours.
You my crown jewel,
Rich giving power to women.
in a silver platter gold and diamonds you served me
an awakening dream.
It's been keeping me alive daily
glued in heart and mind
to that Road not taken.
In love more and more,
all yours I survive on this yellow brick road's blessings land of Oz lost.
"Believe in me yee wrote,
though yee die, yet shall yee live, and be safe at home with me forevermore my love"
"Think of me and I'll be there"
and I do yes I do..
~~~
By Karijinbba.
All Rights.
Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 11:42 PM UTC
Fresh grape, picked from the vine.
My chocolate haired beauty.
Will you be mine?
My chocolate haired beauty,
With lips of fine wine.
What is my resistance to undress you with my mind?
Shoulders barren,
gorgeous is she.
Which stirrs a great mystery within side of me.
Graceful, vibrant and youthful is she.
What are you trying to say to me?
I AM he, from the depths of my soul shall yee shall see.
With your youthfulness and sacred divinity.
My chocolate haired beauty,
set me free from my doubts, shame and fears.
All that separates me from thee.
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 4:24 PM UTC
I write of mine inner most
feelings as ye had ventured
in thine ink to me ons before.
Our paradise my father's forestland
there was I my dad's queen of our Sierra Madre green tree land
Oh! Adam a hero lives in thee.
Thou it seems not too long yee
have stood and looked down
one ancient road on our path
as far as thine eye could see
to where it bent in
the undergrowth.
There mine soul layed long
upon a grieving stump
True love soul redeemer youv
Earth might pass away
but not thine word.
Oh hold me near thine heart
this Eve knowed thee.
and thine beige yarn
on finger, I still wear.
~~~~.
Mr.And Mrs. Andrews
with Karijinbba.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
I dare not tell yee go to Ego
For Ego goes with me only
Narcissist love shrouds , my I
Like kings it stands by sycophants.
Idol of the faithful fanatics
Mislead them from the Truth Eternal
As mirage in desert ,deserts
Creatures seeking drinking water.
Then I leads me astray as wise
Trojan generic virus attacks
I know I know , the Ego in me
Causes my gradual demise but
I fail to tell Ego,” shrink,Shrink.”
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
Sometimes I make animal sounds
And make tribal chants like Doodle Bob
Yee
You're like my twin but we're kinda far away
Don't worry
The two old threads can tie knots whenever
You'll be fine
Just take the time
Work for a dime
And get away to somewhere
Where you can grow
Little limpwurt root
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
TERE DIL ME RAHNE KA SHAUK THA HAMEE BETAHASHA ;
TERE SATH KII IS DIL KOO TALAB THI;
TERE LABH SE KUD KA NAAM SUNNE KA ZID THA…
TU ZINDAGI TOH PAHLE SEE THI MERI;
AUR SHYAD AB ZEENE KA KARAN BHI HOO *** …
CHAH KAR BHI TERE KARIB AANE SE DARTA HUU;
DIN RAAT TUJHE SOCH KAR BHI LABH *** LANE SEE DARTA HUU;
TIL TIL KAR TERE SATH KO MARTA HUU….
AUR KOI PUJHE TOH BAS, HAS KAR ITNA KAHTA HUU;
WO EK MUSAFIR THI JISKI MANJIL MAI NAA THA ;
WO EK CHAKOR THI JISKA CHAND MAI NAA THA;
WO EK DARIYA THI JISKA SAHIL MAI NAA THA…
EK BAR FIR SEE USKEE LIYE YEE DIL MACHAL RAHA HAI;
FIR SEE NAYE SAPNE DEKHNE KOO YEE DIL MAR RAHA HAI ;
KAISE SAMJHAUU IS NADAN PARINDEE KOO ;
KII TUU EK BAR FIR TUTNE KI OOR BADH RAHA HAI….
WOO KAHTE THE IS JHUTE ISK KI BATEE NA KIA KARO;
DIL TUMHARA HAMME CHOR KISI AUR KE LIYE BHI DHARKEGA ;
KUCH DIN ME AASHIKI KA BHUKAR BHI SAR SEE UTREGA ;
PAR AB KYA BATAE JANAB KOO ,
DEKHE UNHE TOH MANO EK ARSA SAA HOO GAYA;
PAR AAJ BHI WOO HAR EK PAL ENN SANSOO ME RAVA HAI;
AAJ BHI IS DIL ME BAS UNKI HI JAGAH HAI;
UNKI YAD ME AAJ BHI RAATE KATHI HAI HAMARI;
FARK BAS ITNA HAI HAMARI CHAHTE EK DUSRE SEE JUDAA HAI….
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Somewhere in time!
Come back to me.
My love
Two minds one single thought
Two hearts one single beat
Thats is still us dear
I love thee rdd-Jpc
"I still exist" twin flame yee
did write entailing all this.
As the world bends it loops.
I find thine sylhuette dancing
hobbering around me.
Looping me back to life
Yee never left me beloveth pc
Thanks for waking me up
For watching over me rdd
"Each night before I go to sleep, not knowing if I shall wake up ever again,
but with your name in my lips I see the sunshine
again and again.!" PC-Rk.
I love thee so much
I think of thine courage
love brain heart, grace,
It all defines me within
In thine arms forever
I remain to part never
My Angel guardián
yee have saved me sweet P.
Yee bit the apple yee love me
This love I have shared
With human predators, wolves, boys beggards
enemies poets and kings.
But allmy travels spin me back into thy loving kindness and wise patient love's serenity.
whence happily ever after
I, i, still exist.
~~~~~~
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Mommy.
My lips felt warm around that word.
Like when my leg wrapped around you
Insulated by your thick body.
It's like we never had sleepless nights.
In white cold Michigan.
Cold like Christmas season
With a warm mood.
Mommy
yee
yee
My tongue got twisted as I began to age
I couldn't grasp my leg around you
and I only got shorter, while they said you're getting stronger
This is what it's like to get older.
So I didn't sleep with her anymore.
I couldn't sleep as much anymore.
I stripped the yee
That bounded us together
No mommy no mommy noo
mom
I called her mom
Because I'm an adult now.
I am cold.
They said venture off into this world alone.
But thankfully,
Every time I turn around she still has a hold.
My leg let go of her body
But her hands bleed with a tight grip
And cracks that let me back in.
She said Mommy will always be here
We were one when you were inside me
We are one now because I am always beside you, behind you, before you, because I love you.
I love you Mommy.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
I split the world with these words, dig holes with my tongue to make the sea sunk, send waters to hell to drown my demons, start my own revelation and see what I be-come.
You see I have a split personality and people have problems picking sides,
I'm just lucky I'm good with words or they'd think I'm a pesticide.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Heavenly Lord, thy Spinning Wheele Make mee,
make mine thy Holy Spirit glorify,
therewith thereon therein T̶h̶e̶n̶ then this thy thee,
the Webweave Loomeyarn thy for glory dy.
I am thyselfe All pinkt with Judgment fine,
that Then their Words is Ordinances Twine:
Affections make thy Holy to be Reele.
yee Actions fill shall My apparell may.
My Conversation make and reele thy Wheele.
Will mine the Holy thy of mine display.
Affections me with cloath My wayes and quills thy,
Then make me Then to make same Fulling Mills thy:
Memory Make of Flyers knit bee neate,
And Swift my Soulespun Spooleyarn winde before,
Varnisht in Colours Choice That flowers compleate,
my Distaff Make thine Understanding for.
And,Cloathd in Holy robes, my Conscience, Lord,
O Paradise and glory shine thy Worde...
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 6:47 PM UTC