There is real magic in enthusiasm. It spells the difference between
mediocrity and accomplishment.
- Norman Vincent Peale
Oh that dirt could be a burden
It could break my back in two
The shovel could destroy me
It could cleave my skull right through
But the sweat that flows out
Doesn't care the why the where the how
It only joys at its release
A captor sprung from cages it had
Not known that contained it
So I swing the lead, forget
My chains, give over to that vision
Floating somewhere in my mind
Of what I might be building
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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