Don't get out the Fiddle, there ain't no music for this Riddle..
There might be more, but I'm not sure, so just read
this one for a starter..
Jack and Jill went up the hill, they each had a quarter..
Jill came down with fifty cents, did they go up for water?
That's all I have for now, as I take my final bow, but I
don't want to leave you in such sorrow..
So I wish for you all this, may your life be filled with bliss..
And Love and Happiness, ever on the 'morrow..
Copyright © Leroy Max | Year Posted 2016
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