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To the east? A little more?For the love of the city, could you shifttoward the better forest? I can't see the treesbut I sense their impression. 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, but 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 11 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.