85 Honesty is the best policy. { a poem }

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Cutting a tree, a wood-cutter was
fell his axe, into the river by chance
The poor fellow then began to cry
Misfortune follows me
Don't know why?

Down to earth, the wood-cutter was
Known to God, better it was
Appeared at once with a melted heart
Brought Golden axe
Take it, he asked.

No, it"s not mine
Said wood-cutter
God was pleased to hear
What he uttered.

Dived back  into the river
He re-appeared with another axe of silver
Is that yours?  asked over and over
No, it's not,

The wood-cutter immediately pulled it over.

At last, God brought an iron  axe
Must be yours, again he asked
Seeing that, the wood-cutter felt so good 
Immediately expressed his inner gratitude.

Seeing his honesty to the max
God gifted other axes along with his axe.

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