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Hills

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The hills roll on

Our wheels

Over them

While in the wagons ride

Our beating hearts

And hopeful

Heads

For visioning

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It is a caravan

Perhaps

While we stop

Now and then

For swapping stories

How it’s going

Checking

Wheels and harnesses

How are our victuals

Holding out

Against a destination

Once the hills

Should cease

And we are on the plain

Then stopping

Standing

By a sea of judgment

And also

All our joy

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C L Couch

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“Joe on the way home…”

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