Three For Three

off you go
head held high
bootstraps up
eye to eye
be yourself
trudge along
earn your keep
hum a song
listen close
hit and miss
you’re so cute
gimme a kiss
make them laugh
hedge your bet
yes you can
up you get
do what’s right
trust your gut
watch your step
move your butt
penny-wise
live and learn
save your dough
wait your turn
seize the day
within means
be on time
eat your greens
know you’re loved
travel far
tip your hat
raise the bar
bide your time
see it all
fill your cup
have a ball
heart on sleeve
this shall pass
rock the boat
kick some ass
dare to dream
it’s a choice
stop and think
inner voice
speak the truth
take a stand
do no harm
lend a hand
tow the line
pay your dues
home sweet home
click your shoes
forward march
1 2 3
don’t be scared
you’ve got me
now I’m sad
made me cry
just a tad
hey you three
all is well
I love you
give ’em hell

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...big ones, help the little onesyou move in the direction of your thoughts...you are where you are today because your thoughts brought you there
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