The Faithful Man
A Good Man that once lived,
He stayed true,
Always gived.
Though everyone loved him,
No one shunned him,
But the People above him,
Grew jealous of him.
He who thought of himself very high,
Fate was his name,
His humour dry.
Fate tripped the good man,
The man fell flat on his face,
Realizing the hurt was nothing,
He got up.
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