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 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 veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
"It's a fucking cold night." Felix Malo said laughing stupidly as he threw the cigar he was smoking through the car window while taking his head out of the car.
"Keep your fucking head in Felix. This isn't time to be messing around." Don Cole Malo who sat in the backseat locking and unlocking his pistol cylinder flute said.
