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A Poem About Closed Housing...

Oh woe, oh terrible woe!
For our houses have been closed. 
The red line blocks the way,
Emanating sorrow and disdain. 

Oh guilt, oh terrible guilt!
For those riotous few
Have doomed our domestic greens
And caused turmoil to th' Spiral.

Oh when, oh when shall it be?
'Til we reunite with our homes,
And escape this untimely event,
And repercussions shown?

Oh learn, oh learn it well!
Let it be said so:
He who cheats the bank
Shall never recieve the reward. 

-Jessica-