Tender Heartedness Poem by Harry Graham

Tender Heartedness



Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes,fire
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