Yeah right, like that's ever gonna happen... I'll crawl across the stage at 80 to go fetch my Grammy, or they can wheel me on there with my oxygen mask and a standy medical crew. I ain't no quitter (pardon the double negative).
It's like my friend Corinne said after she tried to quit writing: giving it up was like trying to give up breathing - it's impossible.
So there you go - kick me world, I don't care. I am always gonna fight for what I love, no matter how long it takes to get there...
Musica, grata Deo.
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