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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: 
My family
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