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Nothing new. Grackles <div>rooting ragweed, goldenrod,</div><div> </div><div>the lion's teeth of sunflower.</div><div>Maybe each of us envies</div><div><div><div> </div><div>the chorus of birds,</div><div>the deep creek's rub</div><div> </div><div>with infinity. The cast-off</div><div>field. The neighbor's lawn.</div><div> </div><div><div><div>The curse of feeling drums </div><div>in the way back, pools into poison. </div><div> </div><div>A promise built by oiled palms. </div></div></div><div><div>Keep cover. The laws</div><div> </div><div>of one replaced by another. </div><div>Your wants fenced once more.</div><div> </div><div> </div></div><div> </div></div><div> </div><div> </div></div>
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What is the sum of 11 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.