Never Gonna Quit

January 21, 2020

Work hard

Blood, sweat, tears

Arms scarred

Nobody hears

Nobody sees

Not enough

They say it was done with ease

Although it was tough

I'm still proud

I made a dent

I'll yell it loud

And I'll keep working--I'll never be content

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