A Poem on Corporate Harmony

The gears may turn with precision and oil,

But the heart is what sustains the toil.

Not in the ledgers or the cold, hard glass,

But in the kindness shown as the hours pass.

When honor is given to the small and the great,

The burdens grow light and the spirit finds weight.

No wall is too high, no market too wide,

For the force of a team with respect as their guide.

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