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 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.
- A Poison Tree, William Blake
Just another for fun.
Smack daddle daddle
A wick with a flick
Heave hoe blow
It blocks then knocks
Slither slip slap
A hush in the brush
Oh no glee
A sneeker or peeker
Rock russtle stop
To see is to free
uttered by a mistaken mind
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9:44 PM
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Yeah it has... I can only say... Fun words.
Wow, I've been out of the blog loop for a while yet. Heh, I know the feeling of life passing you by, but I agree with Mallory, you've just got to keep on keepin' on, as Mike would say. Be good. ;)
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