My 10 Commandments

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 My poem today is a rock. 


My 10 Commandments 
1. Be creative
2. Be kind
3. Be curious
4. Dare
5. Rest
6. Grow
7. Don’t give up
8. Reach out
9. Help
10. Be love ❤️ 

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