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In The Neolithic Age

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In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt;
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.

Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric spring
Made the piled Biscayan ice-pack split and shove;
And the troll and gnome and dwerg, and the Gods of Cliff and Berg
Were about me and beneath me and above.

But a rival, of Solutr]/e, told the tribe my style was ~outr]/e~ --
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 03 October 2017

Then I stripped them, scalp from skull, and my hunting dogs fed full, Nice poem shared.

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Tapan M. Saren 21 April 2017

Good poem. Thanks for sharing...

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