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Cloth and Club
Bare minimum defence from ice age gales
Black frozen sabre-toothed nights
Hard scratching twigs, unwanted gazes
And chilly waters.
Sheer primitive offence for snared rabbits,
Wild hungry wolves and bears;
Vague weighty threat for rivals, offspring
And difficult women.
Monday 13th August 2018 10:32 pm
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