We stood atop the hill, wind blowing in our faces. Nights like these are what makes living in this city worth it. Where else would we fight lights that welcome the night and welcome us? This is where we want to be.
We raced up the hill in pursuit of Butler. How could he have possibly gotten away again? And why does he keep trying to escape? I wondered in my head as I panted louder nearing the top.
Tommy was just ahead of me, hurling himself towards the frisky rabbit in an attempt to catch him.
as in…over the. but i’m not! i’m only 40 and that’s supposed to be the new 30. so there. my breasts are large, could be called hills i suppose. ant hill…i will never be an aunt. a hill of beans…must dig up my vegetable garden this weekend.
hill. it moves you vertically and you climb and persevere to get to the top. once there you can see far and wide, but to tell anyone else about it you have to bring them to that same hill. you have to come down, and sometimes you forget about the view completely, until you get back, and remember what you have seen.
i love hillsthey make me happy it reminds me of that movie with do a deer oh yeah it’s sound of music there were lots of hills. they’re fun to ride down on your bike but not fun to ride up you know? i hate walking or running up hills that’s why when i’m on the eliptical or the treadmill i never put it on the hill setting becaause i don’t like it. i had a crush on a boy in high school who’s last name is hill
up the hill, i could barely make out a shadow. from the distance it was unclear whether i was looking at a man or a woman. but it was clear that i would find out shortly. that dude or dudette was moving fast. right at me. i had to make up my mind. fight. or flight. i chose fight. bad choice. as i was still deciding, the first punch landed with a combination of a thud and a crack.
The massive hill stood before me, towering over me like a giant brooding colossus. It taunted me to scale it, rearing its shaped backside into ever steepening gradients. I started up, placing foot after foot, attempting to keep
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green valley s and lush fields always full of flowers]
bunkers climbing during war no where to go but up
the sky seems to touch some of them they are in rows and the feeling like a roler coaster
let it all go there is no more than climbing as high as you can it’s so beautiful.
there once was a hill. It was big and green and covered in bushes. It had lots of trees on it and smelt of grapes. It was a magic hill and could grant wishes. It was green with purple dots on it.
A hill is used by many things. Animals use hills to live in and hills are very useful to animals. It is fun to play in hills and sometimes to slide down the dirt though it doesn’t always work very well. Hills can be big and they can be small.
up the hill it was a dream come true. talking with my buddy michael while we walked through the grass. things were beautiful, girls were everywhere. the flash of light that hit the top was a great sight. it reminded me of jesus, but without all the bs.
there was a hill i use to play on when i was a little girl. it had the softest grass, and i would sit up there, in the summer breeze, and the summer sun, and play with catepillers and butterflies and ants.
hill…i’ve climbing up a hill for so long and it always seemed to get higher with the top more out of reach but now i feel like i’m approaching the top and even if it’s still a ways off cause maybe you never really get there he’s with me now and it doesn’t matter cause together we can do anything.
on top of the hill she sat and thought of all she had to do. she ponder of life and all her strife and what left she had to do. now as the sun sets and she stows her regrets in a pocket found deep in her heart, she miss the man that let go of her hand and tore her little world apart.
on top of the hill she sat and thought of all she had to do. she ponder of life and all her strife and what left she had to do. now as the sun sets and she stows her regrets in a pocket found deep in her heart, she miss the man that let go of her hand and tore her little world apart.
I walked up the hill to see what was on the other side. I was scared, the hill was too tall to see anything but the the ominous black sky and the rising moon.. a moon that stared down at me with such intensity that I thought I’d done something to make her mad… which, of course, was very possible. I’m not a very good girl.
The struggle wasn’t the thing I wanted to focus on, but I couldn’t think about anything else. Hand to here, foot there, up, move hand. Over and over to the top.
Over the hills and far away I walked and walked wondering what I was supposed to be doing. I felt lost like a little girl. I felt lonely, like I have never felt before in my life. As soon as I reached the top the breeze picked up and swept my hair from my face. I panned around to take in the view and for just one second I lost the loneliness.
there is a hill at the end of the road. every day the children would run up to it and play their childish games. the grass would always sway, green in the passing wind.
eventually it was demolished to make way for a new mall.
once you get to the top of the hill of high school, and you see it spill down in front of you, and you have a clear veiw of all the possibilitites in front of you, you dont know whether to pull over or coast on down.
we walked together silently up the hill. it was still fall and the hill was covered with leaves and moss. he held my hand firmly as we walked. we hadn’t embraced like that in a long time, it was nice that things were finally returning to the way that it used to be.
you are sitting there on a hill
staring off into the distance
don’t you wonder what could have been?
don’t you miss me anymore?
the sky misses the rain when
the sun shines too much,
and the clouds cry too little.
nevermind, this hill is not high enough.
it’s weird green and available ha i sit on it i know it is here and i know i am on more people show up they are my friends we talk we play and at the end the hill will still be there.
i’ve been here already – done that. i talked about the hill yesterday…why this again? am i supposed to have some overnight revelation – maybe that’s it – maybe i am to find meaning in the hill. honestly, i climb them, but then before you know it, i’m at the bottom and there’s another. as soon as it begins to be easy – that means that i’m going down, i’m on an even plane, and next – another hill. but, what would be the point if it were not for these hills? why would i have purpose at all? and why would i try – if it were all even fields of grass and glory…why get up at all?
long green, i wlak up and down nd sing a song with jack and gill. happily ever after my oh so horrible death.i can see i can hear i can smell clear air and confusing aliens around my body. sixty seconds is long. lalalalal but not long enough to climb a hill.
Last fall I got to see Hillary Clinton speak at a local college. I was all for Barack but she was so determined to change things that I couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love with her.
a hill can be high, also low, a hill you have to climb. you walk it, or climb it with a bike. you can jump from it, with a parachute. this is called parasailing, some people live on a hill. you have a nice view when you live on a hill. you can see very far.
on a hill it is colder than on the ground.
is the place where green grass flows and jack comes tumbling down. There is a well at the top of the hill. don’t ask me why there is a well at the top of a hill, instead of in a lowlying valley, closer to the water table. It just is, ok?
nobody accused nursery rhymes of being smart. unless they hurt. and if they hurt…. they really smart. ya know? Jughead. Archie. Comics. Spiderman. stop.
up the hill, standing witha cat named Jill she fades into a mist a snake comes down, extending from a tree. slinky? It’s magic. I look at the horizon, yellow like buttercream I sigh, and kiss her. Her lips are like rose petals. The cat is back!
We stood atop the hill, wind blowing in our faces. Nights like these are what makes living in this city worth it. Where else would we fight lights that welcome the night and welcome us? This is where we want to be.
this hill is steep
i think i’m gonna fall!
catch me
?
We raced up the hill in pursuit of Butler. How could he have possibly gotten away again? And why does he keep trying to escape? I wondered in my head as I panted louder nearing the top.
Tommy was just ahead of me, hurling himself towards the frisky rabbit in an attempt to catch him.
as in…over the. but i’m not! i’m only 40 and that’s supposed to be the new 30. so there. my breasts are large, could be called hills i suppose. ant hill…i will never be an aunt. a hill of beans…must dig up my vegetable garden this weekend.
hill. it moves you vertically and you climb and persevere to get to the top. once there you can see far and wide, but to tell anyone else about it you have to bring them to that same hill. you have to come down, and sometimes you forget about the view completely, until you get back, and remember what you have seen.
i love hillsthey make me happy it reminds me of that movie with do a deer oh yeah it’s sound of music there were lots of hills. they’re fun to ride down on your bike but not fun to ride up you know? i hate walking or running up hills that’s why when i’m on the eliptical or the treadmill i never put it on the hill setting becaause i don’t like it. i had a crush on a boy in high school who’s last name is hill
up the hill, i could barely make out a shadow. from the distance it was unclear whether i was looking at a man or a woman. but it was clear that i would find out shortly. that dude or dudette was moving fast. right at me. i had to make up my mind. fight. or flight. i chose fight. bad choice. as i was still deciding, the first punch landed with a combination of a thud and a crack.
The massive hill stood before me, towering over me like a giant brooding colossus. It taunted me to scale it, rearing its shaped backside into ever steepening gradients. I started up, placing foot after foot, attempting to keep
over the river and trhough the tres sto grandmothers house we go. I am not sure what spawned this at all
my grrandpaarents last nmae. love trust support
green valley s and lush fields always full of flowers]
bunkers climbing during war no where to go but up
the sky seems to touch some of them they are in rows and the feeling like a roler coaster
let it all go there is no more than climbing as high as you can it’s so beautiful.
there once was a hill. It was big and green and covered in bushes. It had lots of trees on it and smelt of grapes. It was a magic hill and could grant wishes. It was green with purple dots on it.
A hill is used by many things. Animals use hills to live in and hills are very useful to animals. It is fun to play in hills and sometimes to slide down the dirt though it doesn’t always work very well. Hills can be big and they can be small.
up the hill it was a dream come true. talking with my buddy michael while we walked through the grass. things were beautiful, girls were everywhere. the flash of light that hit the top was a great sight. it reminded me of jesus, but without all the bs.
“well now,” jesus said to us.
we were really surprised he even could talk.
there was a hill i use to play on when i was a little girl. it had the softest grass, and i would sit up there, in the summer breeze, and the summer sun, and play with catepillers and butterflies and ants.
A hill is big as a tractor. Tractors are bigger than hills. I love dirt hills to play on. Hills are big.
my home town is a beautiful forest with gorgeous hills, my love for it is a long symphony that never ends, oh did i tell you that it’s brown
Many a hill
begs to be climbed,
but I am afraid….
hill…i’ve climbing up a hill for so long and it always seemed to get higher with the top more out of reach but now i feel like i’m approaching the top and even if it’s still a ways off cause maybe you never really get there he’s with me now and it doesn’t matter cause together we can do anything.
on top of the hill she sat and thought of all she had to do. she ponder of life and all her strife and what left she had to do. now as the sun sets and she stows her regrets in a pocket found deep in her heart, she miss the man that let go of her hand and tore her little world apart.
on top of the hill she sat and thought of all she had to do. she ponder of life and all her strife and what left she had to do. now as the sun sets and she stows her regrets in a pocket found deep in her heart, she miss the man that let go of her hand and tore her little world apart.
I walked up the hill to see what was on the other side. I was scared, the hill was too tall to see anything but the the ominous black sky and the rising moon.. a moon that stared down at me with such intensity that I thought I’d done something to make her mad… which, of course, was very possible. I’m not a very good girl.
The struggle wasn’t the thing I wanted to focus on, but I couldn’t think about anything else. Hand to here, foot there, up, move hand. Over and over to the top.
Mountain, Jack and Jill, happiness, smiles, funny, trees, grass, wind, up, bump,
Over the hills and far away I walked and walked wondering what I was supposed to be doing. I felt lost like a little girl. I felt lonely, like I have never felt before in my life. As soon as I reached the top the breeze picked up and swept my hair from my face. I panned around to take in the view and for just one second I lost the loneliness.
there is a hill at the end of the road. every day the children would run up to it and play their childish games. the grass would always sway, green in the passing wind.
eventually it was demolished to make way for a new mall.
once you get to the top of the hill of high school, and you see it spill down in front of you, and you have a clear veiw of all the possibilitites in front of you, you dont know whether to pull over or coast on down.
we walked together silently up the hill. it was still fall and the hill was covered with leaves and moss. he held my hand firmly as we walked. we hadn’t embraced like that in a long time, it was nice that things were finally returning to the way that it used to be.
you are sitting there on a hill
staring off into the distance
don’t you wonder what could have been?
don’t you miss me anymore?
the sky misses the rain when
the sun shines too much,
and the clouds cry too little.
nevermind, this hill is not high enough.
it’s weird green and available ha i sit on it i know it is here and i know i am on more people show up they are my friends we talk we play and at the end the hill will still be there.
Up the hill and down the way,
was the place we used to play,
but when the clouds would all roll in,
we ran back home and scampered in.
i’ve been here already – done that. i talked about the hill yesterday…why this again? am i supposed to have some overnight revelation – maybe that’s it – maybe i am to find meaning in the hill. honestly, i climb them, but then before you know it, i’m at the bottom and there’s another. as soon as it begins to be easy – that means that i’m going down, i’m on an even plane, and next – another hill. but, what would be the point if it were not for these hills? why would i have purpose at all? and why would i try – if it were all even fields of grass and glory…why get up at all?
once upon a time there was a little hill near a castle. it
a lump of land that can vary in mass has to be the a size bigger than a noel and not as big as a mountain
long green, i wlak up and down nd sing a song with jack and gill. happily ever after my oh so horrible death.i can see i can hear i can smell clear air and confusing aliens around my body. sixty seconds is long. lalalalal but not long enough to climb a hill.
rolling grass, children assembled
bikes speed down, bodies-slower
sun is warm, rain makes us slip
meeting place? the hill again tomorrow?
Last fall I got to see Hillary Clinton speak at a local college. I was all for Barack but she was so determined to change things that I couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love with her.
a hill can be high, also low, a hill you have to climb. you walk it, or climb it with a bike. you can jump from it, with a parachute. this is called parasailing, some people live on a hill. you have a nice view when you live on a hill. you can see very far.
on a hill it is colder than on the ground.
is the place where green grass flows and jack comes tumbling down. There is a well at the top of the hill. don’t ask me why there is a well at the top of a hill, instead of in a lowlying valley, closer to the water table. It just is, ok?
nobody accused nursery rhymes of being smart. unless they hurt. and if they hurt…. they really smart. ya know? Jughead. Archie. Comics. Spiderman. stop.
climbing up it
everyday
is hard.
you never know when you will slide back down.
up the hill, standing witha cat named Jill she fades into a mist a snake comes down, extending from a tree. slinky? It’s magic. I look at the horizon, yellow like buttercream I sigh, and kiss her. Her lips are like rose petals. The cat is back!