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You can tap me like a tin can,

and hear me echo, end to end.

You can plop me down and fold me,

and surely I will bend.
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You can kick me down the sidewalk,

and see me tumble on the cracks.

You can stick your hand inside me,

and fumble through this empty sack.
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Going hollow is prerequisite,

before we’re set to punch that clock.

Going hollow is the mantra,

before we turn that fastened lock.

Bookworm, Educator, Poet.

Bookworm, Educator, Poet.