THE LAND OF GIANTS

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THE LAND OF GIANTS

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I used to live in a land of giants

I was small, unsteady and weak

I could hardly reach anything

My voice was a little squeak

The giants ran everything in Big Land

They were scary as scary could be

I learned to avoid all the giants

In the end they could barely see me

They were large and loud and forceful

I was small and quiet and meek

They had all the angry words to say

I could hardly speak

I left the Land of Giants

And all the rules they made

I'm no longer shy and compliant

But most of all - I am no longer afraid.

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