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Aug 2011
When I grow up, I want to be kind.
I want to happy and peaceful
I want to speak softly and listen loudly.
I want to be a person my children look up to
I want to wander with purpose
I want to find things I'm not looking for
When I grow up, I want to be loved
I want to laugh
I want to live vigorously
I want growth. I crave growth.
I need my life to be more
I need to dream.
When I grow up, I need to be daring
I'm going to climb trees
I'm going to explore
I'm going to ask strangers about their day.
I'm going to embrace myself. Flaws and all.
I'll sing out loud when I know they can hear me
My life will be a metaphor for something that hasn't been invented yet
Written by
Tracey Murphy
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