The hills I'd befriend and move around with
caress them with my motorbike
They bring me high as I climb them
take me down as I descend
The tongue in a meal
rising and falling
in contemplation of each texture
the leaves and pasture
Rolling up and down those hills
long juicy driveways
satisfying my heart
those small cabins holding quiet families
the blue greens in the valley
steaming and flavoring the air
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