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dirty drops seep through morning still, <div>seep through, </div><div>rain, the walls, the roof,</div><div>all failed you. drip drip drip,</div><div>how trees last,</div><div>yet the roof don't,</div><div>seep seep seep,</div><div>makes you wanna weep.</div>
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What is the sum of 6 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.