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In youth, it was a way I had
   To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
   To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know,
   And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
   To ****, my love, with you!
         Mona, Emma, malaika, rhiannon, Rose and 33 others
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