
Empty the shell that giveth the nut
Brown grows the flesh of an apple cut
Weary the spirit found stuck in a rut
Prying at window forever fast shut
Soft mien too often understated
Is overlooked and relegated
But turned around and motivated
When finally bound is liberated
Becomes a beacon holding sway
As empty shell just falls away
Intimidators now make way
For every dog shall have its day!
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