I stand accused of being a mouse
I hide behind my shell
and don't say boo
until i loosen up and can be me.
What helps chisel off the edges
and round those prickly corners
that keep me guarded?
The secret is a simple glass of cabernet.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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