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Houses Without Homes The Jones’ have left The hood in the middle Of the night leaving A well of red ink. The water supply, Contaminated, The neighbors Who remain, Good as dead. In the front yard, Overrun by vagrant Vegetation, an army Of chiggers play war In the fraying Belly of forgotten Monkey plush Who […]