A sky high fence
Might be all that would stop
Cold wind from the west
And hot from the south
From forming mad dog tornadoes.
A dog with a look in its eyes
Will bow to a stick I'm bearing,
But a sudden wind
Needs an acne of shelters:
Hollowed hemispheres of cement
As dot the Albanian coastline.
Or that high line of Defence.
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