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 and