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You can’t paint the Sistine Chapel with a roller You can’t carve The Thinker with a jack hammer You can’t write a symphony on a Kazoo And you can’t dance Swan Lake on a trampoline You can’t bake a cake if you have no oven You can’t sew a gown with a knitting needle You can’t build a house out of Lego Bricks And you can’t win at Lotto without buying a ticket Why do my eyes not notice the humming bird Only that the nectar tube needs refilling Why do I not glory in a field of orange poppies Only struggle to walk without stepping on one Why do I pass up small kudus when offered So I can wallow some more in rejection Why do I long so for the glow of acceptance When I have no use for the face in the mirror We all have to work with the gifts we are given Talent is not something you can go out and buy You can’t sigh your way into winning the race And you can’t coerce people into your fan club You have to dig deep if you want to find oil You have to cast bait if you want the big fish You have to believe that the war can be won To put down your pen and strap on your sword            ljm
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
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You can’t paint the Sistine Chapel with a roller You can’t carve The Thinker with a jack hammer You can’t write a symphony on a Kazoo And you can’t dance Swan Lake on a trampoline You can’t bake a cake if you have no oven You can’t sew a gown with a knitting needle You can’t build a house out of Lego Bricks And you can’t win at Lotto without buying a ticket Why do my eyes not notice the humming bird Only that the nectar tube needs refilling Why do I not glory in a field of orange poppies Only struggle to walk without stepping on one Why do I pass up small kudus when offered So I can wallow some more in rejection Why do I long so for the glow of acceptance When I have no use for the face in the mirror We all have to work with the gifts we are given Talent is not something you can go out and buy You can’t sigh your way into winning the race And you can’t coerce people into your fan club You have to dig deep if you want to find oil You have to cast bait if you want the big fish You have to believe that the war can be won To put down your pen and strap on your sword            ljm
That first step is always the hardest, especially if you're not sure of the way.
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
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