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The questions surface amid abstracted city. <div> Face frozen, shocked state, sense beyond space, </div><div>look on top of wood of old pine, dusty streets and neighborhoods the </div><div> </div><div>same. Where else could you fine answers certainly not here. Maybe move </div><div> </div><div>to the east side family beauty within reflection fit through the trees, beside </div><div> </div><div>grace, fresh air, sunny and gay.</div><div> </div><div>Mortgage house sliced into beam within land, because of forest left </div><div> </div><div>determine to sink like quick sand. </div><div>City outside over there waiting to creep, else where, no where, </div><div> </div><div>trap between look and image for future progress whistling hot tea kattle </div><div> </div><div>peek, fallen.</div>
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What is the sum of 9 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.