2016-02-13

Poetry out of the present, week three

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Doline
The realtor failed to mention the spiritual sinkhole beneath our home
before we signed here and here and there and once more on this one
to trade one third of our income these next thirty years for a home
surrounded by the dying and the absent. Someday we we’ll no longer be
the youngest couple on this street and the land shall flow
with milk and honey and, more to the point, wifi, letting evil find easier passage
through our lives rather than taking up residence a thousand feet
from our front door, signaling the lost and the angry of our wired world that
here is the hell from which thy demons came.

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    Lady Steed noted a couple typos that clearly explain why no fifty bucks for Theric this week.

    Corrected version:

    Doline
    The realtor failed to mention the spiritual sinkhole beneath our home
    before we signed here and here and there and once more on this one
    to trade one third of our income these next thirty years for a home
    surrounded by the dying and the absent. Someday we will no longer be
    the youngest couple on this street and the land shall flow
    with milk and honey and, more to the point, wifi, letting evil find easier passage
    through our lives rather than taking up residence a thousand feet
    from our front door, signaling tothe lost and the angry of our wired world that
    here is the hell from which thy demons came.

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