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I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it

I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears Night & 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 outstretchd beneath the tree.” ©nazish hameed #thepoem
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