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Show masted Energy When your luck ain't goin' steady An' the road seems pretty steep, An' you're toilin,' though you're ready To lay down an' go to sleep; When the shadows seem to thicken Till you're worried most to death There is some excuse for kickin' But you'd only waste your breath. Your luck may look more cheerful If you meet it with a grin. The pace that's slow and fearful Ain't the pace that's goin' to win. An' a song your step will quicken; You kin interrupt the climb, If you want to, with your kickin' But you'll only waste your time. Washington Star. |