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move a little in ceaseless cold with unnatural oaks, diseased snow terrified leaves tearing themselves from taunting wood in a forest sheetless, abominable trees; they are not in this house with its curious pines surrounding unaffordable warmth for my family in a winter's death; nothing at all is grown in this stranglehold of ice
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What is the sum of 10 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.