Winnies
Life was once flat and ran down
Years trailing the tracks of sundown
I had chummies, not dummies
Struggled like flies, but winnies.
Winnies as winners, not gifted
Winnies as fighters to be lifted.
We were belittled a hundred times
For struggling with a thousand dimes.
We are all winnies... born to be loved, to love and to win!
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