The Snake Poem by Sharon Collins

The Snake

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She cried a glass tear
From the moment it began
For she had squandered love
On an unworthy man

For when you love a snake
Your love he will forsake
His skin he might shake
But the snake is still a snake

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sekharan Pookkat 05 November 2016

snake is a snake but it will not hurt you unless you hurt it

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