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Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
— Alexander Pope
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All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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