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
Well, it would have been a beautiful day and letter, but the computer killed that happy thought. It may just be better not to tell you that I wrote this amazing email that was lost.
In summary, I have been going on many amazing exchanges and love my mission more than ever.
uttered by a mistaken mind
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