Holes in the canvas

A lone mountain breaker chips away
At his morning over stick toothbrush.
He has the whole mountain to break
But only a few years on his old head.

If only a canvas tent on his old head
Has less holes letting in blazing sun
Beating his bare naked body by day
And winter’s chilling winds by night.

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