Oh the disturbance of fur!
Where shall we hide?
Which cliff shall we hang on to by the skin of
Our teeth?
(Teeth unbrushed          fur)
(Shingle   hair    illness of the skin)
Collisions shall set us free.

Sampurna Chattarji

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