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It Can’t Be Done

By Anonymous

The man who misses all the fun
Is he who says, “It can’t be done.”
In solemn pride he stands aloof
And greets each venture with reproof.

Had he the power he’d efface
The history of the human race;
We’d have no radio or motor cars,
No street lit by electric stars;
No telegraph nor telephone,
We’d linger in the age of stone.

The world would sleep if things were run
By men who say, “It can’t be done.”

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