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Not failed attempts at beauty or stating But unique answers to specific questions. Not how may I fit my family into the equation But how will we make the mortgage How much land will be allotted and to whom? Not what can't I Afford but how may we state the look of Elsewhere or, How-Can-I-Make-Myself-Less In the house but not of it, not grace, on a front Lawn, stucco sophisticate glittering surface Stuck sheet shocks sense into not reflection But wood sliced beam better becomes a forest. Can't see the trees. For the city. Could you move. To the east. A little further. A little more.
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What is the sum of 8 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.