You say,
great or nice poem,
publisher says,
it has no publishing charm.
I say they say,
now what am I going to do zay?
So I was refused,
and my feelings were abused.

Sometimes it's hard
facing the truth,
almost as bad as a
dentist pulling a tooth.
I go to the dentist,
knowing it's going to hurt.
I go back again and flirt,
just like I visit the den spurt.
If I couldn't take a good punch,
when I was a kid,
I'd would have lost my lunch.
I can take a licking,
and keep on ticking.

I have no fear of failure,
failure fears me,
because success is all I see.
Trying and doing is success,
especially if you do your best.
My best is yet to come,
the reason failure sits numb.

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