Woolen threads of cozy winter wear,
forming bundles of warm noodles,
interstitched to furry proportions,
tasteless and tailored to high degrees of bitter cold,
sheared with large cleavers,
from skins of fat mountain sheep,
wandering in abundance on hilly terrains,
in search of leafy shrub and small prey,
shielding freezing winds in their natural dress,
with woolen sprouts in clusters since birth,
long drooling ears, effusive bleats of denial,
gnarled teeth, stamping of feet on white ice,
diffusing chinaware of snow into fragments,
but alas! at last they succumb to brutal force,
of breathing hearts, and reasoning brains,
the most supreme form of godly creation,
with trillions of activated brain cells,
decades of smartest existence, as man,
utilizing animal comfort for human greed,
stripping them of their only defense,
to manufacture, snow white cardigans,
long spun robes with internal heat,
royal caps with woolen skin,
well spun socks with breathing pores,
flexible hand gloves deactivating chill,
embroidered scarves with sheets of wool,
and a host of winter wear, to numb cold,
nip it in its frozen buds,
with rich stripped wool of innocent sheep
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