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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Yon Hill
Open your eyes Enjoy the breeze Curl up on yon hill Amongst the willow trees. Brush the hair from soft face Place your hand on cool ground Curl upon yon hill for me There amongst the stream�s sound.
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