Golden Evenin (1975) — Bea Nettles Maybe I’m stoned, I can’t tell Everything these days feels unreal Undone, a journey to hell Both plant and prison share a cell Walled in as if to conceal Maybe I am stoned, I can’t tell At three’s the tolling of the bell
Attempt at a Villanelle
Golden Evenin (1975) — Bea Nettles Maybe I’m stoned, I can’t tell Everything these days feels unreal Undone, a journey to hell Both plant and prison share a cell Walled in as if to conceal Maybe I am stoned, I can’t tell At three’s the tolling of the bell
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