Best Wrested Poems

Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.

Snow tries to reason,
Get one last freeze in,
Surprise!
Vernal, yet weazen,
March smells a treason,
The lies!
Mad by degrees in,
Arrogant season,
Reign skies!

Hasten Cold's demise,
February spies,
Be drowned.
Viridescent eyes,
Vegetation rise,
Be...

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I HAVE SEEN GOD FACE TO FACE
A SATAN HAST WRESTED ME TO NO END
I AM THE GOD THAT HE SPEAKEST OF
THAT HAST WREST LOOSE THE
TALUS
AND NOW I STAND BEFORE THESE
MEN SUPERIOR AND BEST
AND UNRAVELED BY THE APPROACH
OF THOSE WHO WISH ME
UNDONE...

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