How much water dribbles
With deafening thuds
How much dry sympathy
Heaves with a warm sigh
While glaring at immoral furore
Over scorging throats
Who'd be the reformist plumber
For countless ,crooked creatures
With leaking wisery
How much then water has dribbled
With deafening thuds
In drains and floods..
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
How much water dribbles
With deafening thuds
How much dry sympathy
Heaves with a warm sigh
While glaring at immoral furore
Over scorging throats
Who'd be the reformist plumber
For countless ,crooked creatures
With leaking wisery
How much then water has dribbled
With deafening thuds
In drains and floods..
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