Those who prune
the hollow husk,
ear the worth of moorland
A deeper plough
that till the earth, croon
the worth of metallic claw
Noble His ways
Nobler His path, that
fret the colour of life
Those, obdurate
of minor due,
yield a luring pun
A tender feel
that resuscitate my heart
critter thy pet name
Noble His ways
Nobler His path...
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