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Culled

Culling or to cull is to collect parts or pieces of something to use for another purpose: If you cull animals or plants, you...

                                                                         
                                                                         creeping thunder herd
                                                                      counting elephants crying
                                                                                  ivory stolen

 

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Neville

Yeah, them too .. Cheers for feeling it my way .. Neville

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Being Me

A haiku!!  We are undergoing a massive sixth  extinction at the moment. Global warming has a lot to do with this but also man hunting certain species to extinction. The poor, poor elephants.  Ivory looks far better on them than on our shelves. 

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Neville

Obscene isn't it .. and oh' boy, do I like it when you talk dirty to me like that x

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Jac Tales

The Rhino's Horn is falsely believed to be a male Aphrodisiac in parts of the Far East. Sadly they are facing extinction due to widespread poaching in Africa as a result. Great Write. ☘  

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Marion

I can only echo Rory... Bastards...much said in few lines x
 

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Neville

I know .. Ta chuck .. N x

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