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<p>These failed attempts at beauty -- generic answers to questions of finance. Many families squeezed into the one house formula so they can make the mortgage. As little land as possible will be allotted, unless you're a slum landlord. What I can't afford is to have it obvious that I am of elsewhere. How can I make myself look less abstracted? Do I own the house -- or does it own me? Concrete for a front lawn, stucco passes for classy -- all that glitters stuck in the surface. I check my reflection in the patio window and it comes back empty. Wood sliced into beam decimates the forest. Can't see the trees for the city. Could you move over to make more room? A little further?</p>
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What is the sum of 7 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.