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<p> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>I no longer hear the sounds of urbania</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>The hurried hustles, constructions’ cacophony</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>In their stead, I only hear silent onomatopoeia.</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>The hum and churn of coffee, whispering breezes</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>Soft chirping birds, Bee honey buzzery</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>Yet I miss the genuine city sneeze</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'> </span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>The dépayser I felt currently</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>Is one of tragicomedy</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>It’s blessed that I am chicanery free</span> </p><p><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Times New Roman",serif'>Still how few friends come for golf and tea </span></p>
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What is the sum of 11 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.