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Dry Hills
By Ron McLean
The dry cheat sings
in the summer wind,
the blue haze stretches far
over the foothills
dry and bare
on to the uplands
blue and fair.
I ask no sweeter cup
to share
than these
my own dry hills.
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07/21/2013
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