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Fruit of Poisoned tree I was angry with my friend I told my wrath My Wrath ended I was angry with my friend I told my wrath not grown And I watered it in fears Night and day A lit with smiles and soft Painful and malice grew And day and night until sunrise a bright apple And my foe beheld it shine And he knew it was mine went to my garden to steal it when the night had veiled the Orchard morning happily saw my enemy stretched under the tree
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 11:41:12 +0000

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