i was angry w/ my friend
i told my wrath, it did end
i was angry w/ my foe
i told it not, my wrath did grow
and i water'd it in fears
night & morning with my fears
and i sunned it with my smiles
and with soft decetiful wiles
and it grew both day & night
till it bore an apple bright
and my foe beheld it shine
and he knew tht it was mine
and into my garden stole
when the night had veil'd the pole
in the morning glad i see
my foe outstretch'd beneath the tree
2007-01-17
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