When he's gone she clicks the link, submitsher criteria through drop down menus 2 or more bedrooms under 500 KShe waits for red dots to appear, a poxshe hopes to catch, No unique questions here:do I want a lawn to mow? We wood need a lawnmower.Do I want Korean girl in the lower, practicing her violin? No matter; no hits. At best it's three quarters of a milfor a tear down. Or an East-side special, kid sister with a lisp.Still, there's hope in the glow... she rejings, refines her search, such fun at first, she knows she should stop when the rub turns raw. The grass always greener in Dunbar.But maybe today there's a high enough ceiling.Once more, knock wood for the happy ending
What is the sum of 7 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.