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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
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