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<div>Watching headlights as I gaze upon the ceiling</div><div> </div><div>One more night gone</div><div>A friend moving south</div><div> </div><div>The heat, a heartless banker</div><div>Yet one can’t afford it.</div><div> </div><div>Sleep is frictionless</div><div>In the house but not of it.</div><div> </div><div>Now that he’s alone</div><div>Staining his blue cotton hat</div><div> </div><div>with dark continents of sweat</div><div>on scorched Sunday afternoons</div><div> </div><div>He mows in a white singlet</div><div>in a back yard flat as a pitch,</div><div> </div><div>the grace of an old-fashioned lawn.</div>
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What is the sum of 5 and 5:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.