Its late
Got to concentrate
The plumber
Got to find his number
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
drip
Maybe I can fix it
But don't have a fix it kit
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
Drip
Can't take this anymore
Going to hit the door
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
Drip
Drip
Dri
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Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2003
drippingly good write
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2003
a well crafted poem. funny, i just revised a poem called "standing at the kitchen sink"
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Great write Grady!
Happy Easter!
Jill
Buddy
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drip...
Drip,
Drip,
Drip....
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DRIP,
DRIP!...
Darn those dripping noise you have created. I can also hear them now! Wow!
Sandie Angel :o)
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