Hand to the plow, 
Don’t look back, 
Never give up. 
Faint heart never won . . . 
I can do it,  I can do it, 
Even though the words are scarce,
Even though the talent is thin,
Even though others write so well, 
Even though and even though. 

Shucks, I only have to do one 
At a time, sorta like eating an 
Elephant. LexPoMo put starch 
in the spine and a pen in the hand. 
The ribbon is just ahead.
Hold on
Hold on and 
Hold on.