What Went Wrong

The realtor aimed to cover up some dirt.
The stager eyed that side yard and agreed.
They figured packing sand there wouldn’t hurt
(as if they thought, when thought would just impede
their superficial sugar-coating need).
They hired brawn to cart and tamp the sand.
They made a place that didn’t quite succeed,
except at blocking drainage like a dam.


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