Feb 2015
Those of you
In warmer climes
Haven't a clue
What frozen pipes do.
No shower, no tea.
And the log jams
Have my face flushing.
In warmer climes
Haven't a clue
What frozen pipes do.
No shower, no tea.
And the log jams
Have my face flushing.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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