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No Quitter

A quitter you call me because, while picking up the pieces of my dreams, I pause to wipe away my tears-- but I'll bear the bitter years, and I'll play the game, though I may lose, forever. A loser I may be--a quitter, never.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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