poems the leaky tap June 19, 2016by heather anne how exhausting to be the leaky tap drip, drip, drip, from morning to night. can’t find where to turn the water off. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
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