In my bones I feel it coming:
We’ll have a leak in our old plumbing.
When I take my post lunch nap
I dream there is no cutoff tap.
And midnight nightmares are the worst.
I dream an upstairs pipe has burst.
So when I am inclined to roam,
I think it’s best that I stay home.
Fall or winter, spring or summer
I’m by the phone to call a plumber.
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