Go Go Grow

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Go Go Grow

I go, I go, and I go. But without my go, I would not grow.
We all have bad days and we all have bad ways. I must go, go ,go just to keep the grow. You see, we all get scared, we all get tired, so I just go, go, go. One day when my go, go, go, is gone will I still grow? Well, I will never not go, go, go to see if there is no grow. My grow is always on the go, go, go.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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