Four short poems- -His Honesty -No Pill -Left Untold -His Pitiful Sorrow
Four short poems-

-His Honesty

-No Pill

-Left Untold

-His Pitiful Sorrow poem stories
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4 short poems:
-His Honesty
-No Pill
-Left Untold
-His Pitiful Sorrow

Four short poems- -His Honesty -No Pill -Left Untold -His Pitiful Sorrow

His little honesty, As true as his modesty,

His little honesty, As true as his modesty, All his doubts sawdusty,

His little honesty, As true as his modesty, All his doubts sawdusty, Untouched by royalty, Made in a way that best suits his originality.

From those who filled his cup with cold,

From those who filled his cup with cold, There were many stories left untold,

From those who filled his cup with cold, There were many stories left untold, Awaiting those of the unfold,

From those who filled his cup with cold, There were many stories left untold, Awaiting those of the unfold, After mold.

Dew drops glided down on windowsills,

Dew drops glided down on windowsills, He sat by, feeling quite ill,

Dew drops glided down on windowsills, He sat by, feeling quite ill, Oh if only he could take a pill.

There was no pill left to satisfy,

There was no pill left to satisfy, His ill known,

There was no pill left to satisfy, His ill known, Till,

There was no pill left to satisfy, His ill known, Till, He was able to swallow,

There was no pill left to satisfy, His ill known, Till, He was able to swallow, His pitiful sorrow,

There was no pill left to satisfy, His ill known, Till, He was able to swallow, His pitiful sorrow, Running him dry till there was no tomorrow.

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