The Riddle Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

The Riddle



Don't get out the Fiddle, there aint 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..

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