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Green hills
poetry [ ]
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by Kay Ryan [Kay_Ryan ]
2010-12-10
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Submited by Veronica Văleanu
Their green flanks
and swells are not
flesh in any sense
matching ours,
we tell ourselves.
Nor their green
breast nor their
green shoulder nor
the languor of their
rolling over.
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