Content of: Across the Valley
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04/14/20 at 10:40PM
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Poetry
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Across the Valley, atop the hill
comes the shrill call of a Whippoorwill.
The haunting cry, give me a chill
up my spine; it always will.
Gone from my mind; that was until
I heard the cry of the Whippoorwill.
Long did I wonder, why time stood still,
when I heard the cry of the Whippoorwill.
