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On Being Six Foot Three - Jan. 5, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 5
  • 1 min read

I may reach things easier,

see over crowds and generally

receive the default of respect

 

but seats in airplanes and cars

can be painful as well as bumping

heads on what others pass under

 

I’ve learned how to be five foot nine,

stoop to even four foot eleven and

will go to my knees to give hugs

 

though I’ve found it never works

pretending to be an antelope

living inside a giraffe

 

because no matter the housing

or how they’re carried,

every heart is the same size

 
 
 

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