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I’ve already done my ten-thousand hours Under the light of the moon and the sun. ”Self-made” contains its own divine power In the minds of the Americana. My bootstraps, I’ve pulled Until they tore off. I admit, I’ve been fooled In this Land of the Lost. And still yet they shout, at Forefather’s behest: “Give it your all! And then give me the rest!”
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Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 11:36 AM UTC
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I’ve already done my ten-thousand hours Under the light of the moon and the sun. ”Self-made” contains its own divine power In the minds of the Americana. My bootstraps, I’ve pulled Until they tore off. I admit, I’ve been fooled In this Land of the Lost. And still yet they shout, at Forefather’s behest: “Give it your all! And then give me the rest!”
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Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 11:36 AM UTC
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