I Was Angry With My Friend Poem

I Was Angry With My Friend Poem. I told it not, my wrath did grow. Till it bore an apple bright.

I was angry with my friend: I was angry with my friend: I was angry with my foe:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I told it not, my wrath did grow. I was angry with my foe:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end. And i watered it in fears night & morning with my tears,. I was angry with my friend:

I told it not, my wrath did grow. I told it not, my wrath did grow. I was angry with my foe:

I was angry with my foe: I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I told it not, my wrath did grow. And i watered it in fears night and morning with my tears,. I told my wrath, my wrath did end.