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Friday, July 22, 2005
a poem by william blake.
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath - and my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not - my wrath did grow.
And i watered it in fears;
night and morning with my tears.
And i sunned it with smiles;
and with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night;
till 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 veiled the pole.
In the morning, glad i see,
my foe outstretched beneath the tree.
-fin-
imprinted at 10:22 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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