Best Insure Poems

Academy of waste
my own endure
was stemming on emboss
and not impure ~

My God, but count the cost
I cannot earn
thy refugy not lost
is my insure!...

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Swiftly she started the flashing rain
and called to the kids to enjoy the pain
The melt off the trees in the summer’s breeze
as the hail tore the clouds and began to freeze
The asphalt clinging to heated steam
and car tires hurling toward their headlight’s beam
A hush from...

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