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Voice your choice or you will regret it

Sour, dour, void of power I spend every minute and hour After I sickly assent and cower When No galore would sense shower Better be assertive with what you need Than succumb and sway like a reed They‘ll whip your wits with their whims And your own drive will sure run to seed

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