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<div>The east is little more than</div><div>the love of the city, a bit toward.</div><div>Forward. Is there a better forest? </div><div> </div><div>The trees sense </div><div>their reflections. Glitter-bits </div><div>on the lake surface.</div><div> </div><div>I grace the stucco with </div><div>sophistication. I am </div><div>that abstract. Not home, but home</div><div>looking elsewhere. We <i>do</i> allocate</div><div>and assign the land to whom the how much can't afford!</div><div>How do we make the loan? </div><div>How can my family fit into the equation</div><div>of specific questions? Beauty.</div><div>Indicate the failed attempts. </div><div>Not unique. Responses?</div><div> </div><div> </div>
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What is the sum of 10 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.