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To the east? A little more?For the love of the city, could you move a bittoward the better forest? I can't see the treesbut I sense their reflection. Flat wood, veneerthat glitters. The bits on the surface shockthe lawn, grace the stucco with a sophisticated abstract. Not home, but homelooking elsewhere. We do allocateand assign the land to whom the how much can't afford!How do we make the loan? How can my family fit into the equationof specific questions? Beauty.Indicate the failed attempts. Not unique. Responses?
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What is the sum of 6 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.