Flint Knife Poem

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A flint knife sharp, a tool so old,
Forged by nature's hand, a tale untold.
With edges keen and edges rough,
A weapon wielded, strong and tough.
From flintstone struck, with skillful hand,
A blade emerges, sharp and grand.
A tool of old, a primal blade,
For hunting, cutting, tasks well-made.
In ancient times, a prized treasure,
A weapon, tool, for work and leisure.
A symbol of survival's might,
A flint knife, honed to perfection's light.
Its history long, its purpose true,
A timeless tool, for me and you.
Though modern tools have taken place,
The flint knife's legacy, a mark of grace.
A reminder of our human past,
A relic of a time that's vast.
A flint knife, simple and plain,
Yet in its simplicity, a beauty to sustain.