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    There's many a lonesome daisy where never a child can be,
    And many a lone little brooklet is dancing away to the sea;
    Yet children must stay in the city with only dull walls in view,
    As if there were never a brooklet and never a daisy grew!

    –Annette Wynne

    --Today, write a poem or prose about growing differently.-- Define growth in your own unique way!

    Tag with #growth and share.

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    What are the hurdles one encounters while growing?