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Big boxy houses far ahead of your time; unabashed ugliness forsages a new retail style - the big boxy store - much later. Mass-produced dwellings, blank pages in a library full of dreamers' books whose lives imprint their hopes upon the walls with landed gentry fantasies; "let's look like we belong," they whisper in these halls of wall-to-wall polyester. My Dad sold out our big, draughty old-timer house for two floors of newer wallpaper-clad Burnaby mediocrity. Thus roused from comfort, I fled the new family scheme, searching ever since for a self-made dream.
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What is the sum of 6 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.