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Not failed attempts at structure wood all leaky, roof this morning in specific rain. How it sits my family into the chimney flashing seeps through the roof joists and drips on the land still upright tree wood (branches?) drifting from the floor sill Can I afford cross-beams? How to emulate the bark of elsewhere, rootless timbers stand on the front lawn, window frames sophisticated. All those glittering bits of glass 's ok the housewood that reminds of wood before its felling. Once more, this time it's appropriate, with feeling. our real needs answer me age does not profit us the hillside trees leak also the rain down to their roots
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What is the sum of 7 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.