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Revised this "sonnet" I posted in the last thread

Rapid, the air’d begun to cool, and quite
a sharp drop-off in temperature as well—
as breezes do on many an autumn night
when April fails in muffling the Sun's fury
during his daily tear across the sky.
The walls of my new house were thin; the gap
below the front door wasn't guarded by
a thing, and I felt the sting of the East Wind
rubbing its Ocean-scented unguent
over this irritated scab of Earth
I live atop, as it seeped in—intent
on salving every bit of my living-room.
I might've born the chill a bit better
were I not already down to my undies.

...and added a few bonus lines. (Basically, the guy is standing in front of the TV in the front room while waiting for his bath to fill, and getting undressed in the interim)

I took them off as well, if you don't mind,
while I was standing by for my bath-time;
my mammalian paraphernalia
were stiff enough to fashion diamonds with,
whereas the one that turtles1 have went hiding…