A High School
Teacher’s Final List
List #4: (c) raze, (d) writhe
They razed his boyhood home—all gone!
And nothing left but trees and lawn.
At night he’d writhe in pain in bed
And think how now his home was dead.
And then a check came in the mail:
His payment for the home—the sale.
He changed his mind; his sorrow went—
Because of that sweet check they’d sent.
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