If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow man, If I were pressed to do him ill, to conjure up a plan To wound him sorely and to rob his days of all their joy, I`d wish his wife would go away and take their little boy. I`d waste no time on curses vague, nor try to take his gold, Nor seek to shatter any plan that he might dearly hold. A crueler revenge than that for him I would bespeak: I`d wish his wife and little one might leave him for a week. I`d wish him all the loneliness that comes with loss of those Who fill his life with laughter and contentment and repose. I`d wish him empty rooms at night and mocking stairs to squeak That neither wife nor little boy will greet him for a week. If I despised my fellow man, I`d make my hatred known By wishing him a week or two of living all alone; I`d let him know the torture that is mine to bear to-day, For Buddy and his mother now are miles and miles away.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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