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The Big Hill

By Nora

 

The big hill is big.

It lives up to its name.

When I was smaller than this

It was my favorite place.

You could sled, you could roll

Or look out from the top.

You could stop at the bottom

Or run past to the swamp.

Youd think Id be done now

Im older, grown up

But the hill is my home

No, Ill never be done.