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Go far away from here
Where it’s not so hard to hear
Aloud the streets say
Please make it on your way

Walk down the middle line
To count your blessings truthfully
They’re quarters in a hive
Everything they used to be

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What has hyphenated walls
A foundation that still centered
No front door to fall
No direct way to enter?



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