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<div><i>For a ring-a-ring o' roses, </i></div><div><i>A pocket full of posies, </i></div><div><i>Beware the Jabberwocky,</i></div><div><i>My son</i></div><div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>A-tishoo! A-tishoo! Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, </i></div><div><i>We all jump up,</i></div><div><i>And burbled as it came!</i></div><div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>------------</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>Can you see these windows in the front?</div><div>Are they large? Are they simple?</div><div> </div><div>The view from the windows </div><div>I reflect to be so gorgeous</div><div> </div><div>The cat sitting in front of the windows </div><div>so soft and wise, like the waves of a meadow</div><div> </div><div>I want to lie on the couch</div><div>And take in these sights</div><div>But if I go out side</div><div>I will see What I do not see through These large windows, </div><div>Sitting by this soft cat</div><div>Maybe it will change</div><div>Me</div></div></div>
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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.