Laurel Hell
It takes a snake’s forked tongue to kiss and tell
My Blue Ridges turned a Bitter Eden
Of all I’ve known Love is a Laurel Hell
The lowest limb’s fruit all bruised and beaten
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2022
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