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The hills are high, the slope grows steeper;
Don’t think I’m gonna make it.
Then I’ll be loser, not a keeper.
Could I fool some – just fake it?

The way is hard and it grows darker;
Don’t think I’m gonna make it.
I’ve only passed the half-mile marker
A failure?  Can I take it?

I’ll bow my neck, keep persevering,
And when doubt comes, I’ll shake it.
I’ll win the race; I’ll hear the cheering.
I think I’m gonna make it!


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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