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Originally Posted by Diarmo

Mary Black
She did a poem by William Blake called poison tree

nice poem:


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 & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my 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 veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the treeEdited by: ali*