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A dripping faucet
Drip drop, drip drop,
I stare, annoyed. How do
I stop this endless noise? It echoes deep inside my mind.
With every drop, I go insane. With a firm wrench, I did my best
But I dare say this pipe is demonic.
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It
mocks
me now,
Each drip, A
song..Drip
drop,
drip
drop, it
seems to
moan. I sit
and stare at this
faucet gloats, I'm
thinking soon, I'll need
a boat...My wife looks
in and shakes her
head..." Just
call the
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plumber, once
more, she said..Drip drop. drip drop... Oh, what the
heck. I called the plumber and paid the fancy bill..
And from my eyes, tears drenched the floor..
This leaky faucet has left me poor
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