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THINKING by Walter Wintle

IF YOU THINK YOU ARE BEATEN, YOU ARE;
IF YOU THINK YOU DARE NOT, YOU DON'T.
IF YOU'D LIKE TO WIN, BUT THINK YOU CAN'T,
IT'S ALMOST A CINCH YOU WON'T.

IF YOU THINK YOU'LL LOSE, YOU'RE LOST;
FOR OUT OF THE WORLD WE FIND
SUCCESS BEGINS WITH A FELLOW'S WILL;
IT'S ALL IN THE STATE OF MIND.

IF YOU THINK YOU'RE OUTCLASSED, YOU ARE;
YOU'VE GOT TO THINK HIGH TO RISE.
YOU'VE GOT TO BE SURE OF YOURSELF BEFORE
YOU CAN EVER WIN THE PRIZE.

LIFE'S BATTLES DON'T ALWAYS GO
TO THE STRONGER OR FASTER MAN;
BUT SOON OR LATE THE MAN WHO WINS,
IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN!




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