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i hate to be short but not a midget or to be politically correct a little person but in Ireland in days of yore not your or my time i would have been a wee folk or in the land of oz i would have been a munchkin and in other times i'm not sure where the word dwarf derived from but now looking back and re re ading how this poem began i realize that i am not being short at all but rather lengthy so stop me in the poppy field and i'll go back to sleep

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