Hill Roller

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My perfectly white blouse

now harshly stained

hazlenut and emerald.

My head was spinning,

my eyes still rotating.

My hair was messy

hiding blades of grass.

All I could smell were the fumes of the Earth

There was no doubt about it,

I was a complete wreck

yet I was still showing off my front gapped teeth smile

like a crazy redneck.

Down the hill once more?

I laugh at myself.

So silly

Of course I would!

I was a hill roller

 

 

 

 

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