Marcia Howard & Mary Black
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I was angry with my friend
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I told him so and my wrath did end
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I was angry with my foe
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told him not and my wrath did grow
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and I watered it in fears night
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and morning with my tears
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and I sunned it with smiles
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and with soft deceitful wiles
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and it grew both day and night
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till it bore an apple bright
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and my foe beheld it shine
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and he knew that it was mine
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was a poison tree
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beware of a Poison Tree
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Poison Tree
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growing inside of me
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and into my garden stole
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when the night had veiled the pole
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in the morning glad I see
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my foe outstretched
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beneath that tree
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was a Poison Tree
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beware of a Poison Tree
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Poison Tree
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growing inside of me
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Poison Tree
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beware of a Poison Tree
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Poison Tree
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what happened to you
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and me
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Posion Tree
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| Mary Black |
