If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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Sunshine79
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Dec 19 @ 9:13PM
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 I liked that, thanks for sharing!
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funnywhapper
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Dec 19 @ 9:23PM
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after running around like a chicken with my head cut
off this year, its still attached. literally.
who will be beheaded? see nabokov's book,
invitation to a beheading. guillotine mood for
many of us. the french revolution.
off with their heads, nobility and all that bullshit.
their royal highnesses my ass. they take
god damn knickers to piss just like us.
their high holier than thou s.o.b.'s.
the only aroma from them to god, is their bullshit
and hot air. bring on global roasting. toasting.
feasting. beggars banquets. live on their
income while we work in the fields pulling weeds?
sayonara. pick your own food. if there is any?
whorefrost. they ain't shipping any goods north
anymore. or anywhere. the big strike. they
wanna keep their food in their country.
not send it to ours. big shipping naval strike.
merchant seamen madder than madoff. the south
after the civil war. pretty, burned out. and the food?
nowhere to be seen. there was none. snow in vegas?
some like it hot, some like it cool.
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o4wmn
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Dec 19 @ 10:36PM
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You are welcumed sunshine, and funny, you just keep that stream of consciousness cummin baby.
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samclaunts
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Dec 20 @ 6:54AM
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 OK good blog
Should have said, take all you can my son, then steal the rest, become a leader and you won't get caught. 
 Sam
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