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They say glow up
Hurry to grow up
But I cry out slow down
I never want to leave town
My life has been grand
A dream but on land
Little did I know growing
didn't have to mean slowing
the overflow of smiles
that could truly last miles
my grandfather told me
old people tell good stories
He promised me if I listened
I'd see the way their eyes glistened
I realized that day
There was no need for my dismay
Growing up only means
having more stories to tell
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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