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At the door of Success, I've been tempted to knock

Both the door and the man who went through it,

But I find that the fellow was greasing the lock

All the time that he strove to undo it,

So I either stay out, or must look for the key

Which slipped back the bolt which impeded,

And I'm certain to find it, as soon as I see

The reason my rival succeeded.

Yes, I own when the man is a rank also-ran