The east is little more thanthe love of the city, a bit toward.Forward. Is there a better forest?
The trees sense their reflections. Glitter-bits on the lake surface.
I grace the stucco with sophistication. I am that abstract. Not home, but homelooking elsewhere. We do allocateand assign the land to whom the how much can't afford!How do we make the loan? How can my family fit into the equationof specific questions? Beauty.Indicate the failed attempts. Not unique. Responses?
What is the sum of 11 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.