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When he's gone she clicks the link, submits<div>her criteria through drop down menus </div><div>2 or more bedrooms under 500 K</div><div>She waits for red dots to appear, a pox</div><div>she hopes to catch, No unique questions here:</div><div>do I want a lawn to mow? We wood need a lawnmower.</div><div>Do I want Korean girl in the lower, practicing her </div><div>violin? No matter; no hits. At best it's three quarters of a mil</div><div>for a tear down. Or an East-side special, kid sister with a lisp.</div><div>Still, there's hope in the glow... she rejings, refines </div><div>her search, such fun at first, she knows she should stop when the rub turns raw. The grass always greener in Dunbar.</div><div>But maybe today there's a high enough ceiling.</div><div>Once more, knock wood for the happy ending</div>
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What is the sum of 6 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.