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Many failed attempts at beauty or stating. No unique answers to specific question.<div>I may not make the mortgage No land will be allotted, and to whom? What's worth to afford? We may not state the look of elsewhere. Do I make myself less abstracted? In the house but not of it. No grace of a front lawn, stucco sophisticate. No glitters stuck in the surface.</div><div>Can't see the trees for the city. Could you move to the east? A little further?</div>
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What is the sum of 11 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.