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Shirts-Trousers As Sequel

Humble stone was intolerably warm, That ice block was numbing cold, Those nails were pining to pierce, The poisonous worms and snakes in jungle, Were ready to sink in their stocks, I was to sit,squat,walkand run in these environs, I squirmed to think, What would have happened if, We as a civilization, Not invented our present avatar, Below the waist garments, Admirably represented by trousers, In fact the day we developed awareness, Of our crotches and what is contained therein, We came to grab something to hide, That we can now tailor and more, Shows that we have not only leaped, A mile in physical security, But also developed abashed ness with abundant clarity.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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