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<p class="MsoNormal">Failed attempts at beauty give rise to specific questions. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">How will I fit my family into the picture? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">How will we make the mortgage with all of these expenses? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What can't I afford to live here? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">How may we look of elsewhere while belonging here?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> How can I make myself less abstracted? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the house but not of it. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Weeds over grown litter the front lawn and give rise to an air of filth.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">All that glitters stuck in the surface of stucco walls. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The price of a home paid in nature’s death<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Can't the trees see that they were made for the city?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Prices rise<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Could you move to the east? A little further?<o:p></o:p></p>
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What is the sum of 5 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.