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Oct 2013
The leaking tap dripped all night
Tip tip tip
Sleep took a flight
Dream couldn’t reap!

First thing next morn
A plumber I must call
How I scorn
The ******* tap its nightlong fall!

Poor tap has a mind of its own
******* at men’s free will
Left in dripping groan
Its pain who can feel!

Yet it doesn’t bend
Will fill the bucket
When the plumber will mend
Valve and socket!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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