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Tripping at the line, faltering at the goal missing the last time, blocked, by the pole Triumph but a un-missed fate, a faltering of faith loss of proffered bate, an interfering wraith The agony and ecstasy, we know from start to end winning so god **** heavenly, and to the victors, lend Spin me a song, my minstrel Make it sweet, and smart Remind me that the winning is not, the greatest part
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
Thats what the losers, always say
Tripping at the line, faltering at the goal missing the last time, blocked, by the pole Triumph but a un-missed fate, a faltering of faith loss of proffered bate, an interfering wraith The agony and ecstasy, we know from start to end winning so god **** heavenly, and to the victors, lend Spin me a song, my minstrel Make it sweet, and smart Remind me that the winning is not, the greatest part
We participated in the belief, in the day, that all children are winners. The soccer league didn't keep score or give trophies, but ya know what, the kids did, and at the end of the game/season, they knew.
#kids#humility#competition#losers#adults#winners
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
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