The Rusted Heart

"I'm all out of oil!" the tin man did shout!
He tried and he tried, but he could not move out.

He watched and he waited alongside the path,
Hoping that someone could help him at last.

Finally someone stopped by and did say,
I have here some oil, but you sir must pay.

So the tin man in reply told him with a start,
"I need some oil, good sir, for my rusted heart."

The End

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