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The Yielding of Unyielding Mike

In the halls of power where giants reside, A dance of wills, a test of pride. But Mike, steadfast like an age-old oak, Bent his boughs 'fore the tempest broke. In yielding, strength he did not forsake, For in his compromise, unity's path he did make.

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The Yielding of Unyielding Mike