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 veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes.
- Location
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No, Where Here. 00000
- Gender
- Multilateral
- 'ler, 'lee or both
- both
- Where am I ticklish?
- Feet, Stomach, Sides, Underarms, Thighs... I guess each conventional spot...
- In a Word
- Fuck Chicken
Fuck your face... no really! I have a plunger on standby.