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Gnomes are no different to you big’ns at times.

We often hit ’snooze’ on our alarm clock wind chimes.

Life in the woodland moves at its own pace.

And I’m always so glad I’m not in a rat race. 

Being a gnome is a funny old game.

Knee high to a grasshopper the big people say.

But being this height has advantages you know.

Easier to reach things when you are down low.

I hop out of bed, pop on jumper and boots,

No need for irons or posh pin striped suits.

Mushrooms for breakfast so easy to pick.

But don’t eat the spotty ones, they’ll make you sick.

Morning in the woodland is a wonderful thing.

Flower petals opening and the birds don’t half sing.

Too much rhubarb wine though and I have a sore head.

And there are times when I just simply jump back in bed.

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