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eir friends and even their foes, and they have a right so please don’t put up a fight.</p><p id="c9fa"><b>If </b>they have a question, then you must know the answer. It’s axiomatic. Don’t be shy when it’s hiding inside. Just hurry and speak up without delay because you know time is racing away –whoosh, there it goes– and don’t you want to register your opinion before you’re forgotten and left alone in the dark as if no one cares?</p><p id="c394"><b>Oh,</b> they care. That’s what they say. It’s just a short survey to see if you’re satisfied with the service. They love you and want to love you more. Hugs and so happy you’ve been with us these three years. Happy happy. Now just a few questions. Won’t take but a minute.</p><p id="d070"><b>Don’t</b> ask why. That’s their job. Yours is to provide answers. So what if it’s your time and effort? If the old brain hurts, they have a plan. Take two o

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r three of those white ones and tell them how you feel. Come on, don’t keep secrets now. If they don’t know how you feel, the mission is stalled with a sad, aching emptiness.</p><p id="63c1"><b>So</b> you might wonder, wasn’t it enough that you went to school for years and years and answered all those quizzes? And maybe what followed were your almost correct answers. That was the way, right? Write it down with your № 2. Or your keyboard. But no blood, please. Nobody wants red marks on their answers, do they?</p><p id="ea46"><b>Then</b> one day you have a fresh thought. On this day you will offer no answers. At first you might be a little unsure, but soon you notice the calm as you settle in to your quiet space. The questions will wait, or evaporate. If you have an opinion, you can let it flutter away like a sparrow skipping through the shrubs. Won’t take but a minute.</p></article></body>

What They Want From You

A poem for finding answers

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They just have a couple of questions. They only need a minute, you’re told, unless they expect several answers, which they might, because sometimes they have many, many questions if they’re unsure how to think about you. After all, it takes a while to build your profile.

And please do not doubt their intentions because their questions are more important than you can imagine. They want to know their audience, their friends and even their foes, and they have a right so please don’t put up a fight.

If they have a question, then you must know the answer. It’s axiomatic. Don’t be shy when it’s hiding inside. Just hurry and speak up without delay because you know time is racing away –whoosh, there it goes– and don’t you want to register your opinion before you’re forgotten and left alone in the dark as if no one cares?

Oh, they care. That’s what they say. It’s just a short survey to see if you’re satisfied with the service. They love you and want to love you more. Hugs and so happy you’ve been with us these three years. Happy happy. Now just a few questions. Won’t take but a minute.

Don’t ask why. That’s their job. Yours is to provide answers. So what if it’s your time and effort? If the old brain hurts, they have a plan. Take two or three of those white ones and tell them how you feel. Come on, don’t keep secrets now. If they don’t know how you feel, the mission is stalled with a sad, aching emptiness.

So you might wonder, wasn’t it enough that you went to school for years and years and answered all those quizzes? And maybe what followed were your almost correct answers. That was the way, right? Write it down with your № 2. Or your keyboard. But no blood, please. Nobody wants red marks on their answers, do they?

Then one day you have a fresh thought. On this day you will offer no answers. At first you might be a little unsure, but soon you notice the calm as you settle in to your quiet space. The questions will wait, or evaporate. If you have an opinion, you can let it flutter away like a sparrow skipping through the shrubs. Won’t take but a minute.

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