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Poetry: Love Poems

The Hillside

I have gone to the grassy hillside before
I have seen the clouds billow
And watched small animals scurry
I have listened to the birds twitter
And uncovered insects' secret places
And covered them again
And told no one.

But I will not do it again
I will not do it alone again
For you will be in every cloud
And every scurrying noise
And I will share my secret places.


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