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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. You’d think I’d be done now I’m older, grown up But the hill is my home No, I’ll never be done. |