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Found Poetry 899


happy and wide the hugging hills
their origins an improbable story
tree streaked they tick along
crackling with every sun or storm
shapeless early memories
running before they were born

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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