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Fool On The Hill
Years go by,
staring at the sky.
Years of suns and people's passes
bend light through orbs of liquid glasses.
Birds sweep and curl.
Moquitoes bite and swirl in orange sky,
with the years.
His beard grows in flows,
like a grey river,
as he sits.
Mind in eternal peaceful turn,
calculating and waiting.
Seeking each solution,
as the years burn by
with cool green fire.
Eyes fixed to the sky,
still, and caring,
in silent stare.
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