I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And i water'd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And i sunned it with smiles,
And decietful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Til it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine;
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad i see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
Many people fit the description of a poison tree?
2007-02-18
04:33:30
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