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ADVICE
I've been told what to do, By quite a few. I listen with dislike, And wish they'd take a hike. I'm given choices, By numerous voices, "I'll think about it," I say, In hopes they'll go away. I'm clearly my own person, No need to teach me a lesson. I learn as I go, Though the process is slow. I may fumble and stumble, But, I'm ready to rumble, When voices say, "Do it this way." And, I shake my head in dismay.
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