psychedelicate63
Since Mar 30, 2005
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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 soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe behold it shine, And he knew 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.