The pipe’s alive: it grunts and groans;
It pings and puffs;
It knocks and rocks the walls;
Spooks tones that talk and moan.
It pings and puffs
Great billowing muffs
Escaping ‘tween the bluffs!
It knocks and rocks the walls
The rafters fall
From large to small.
Spooks tones that talk and moan;
Whose whisper’s on the phone
That whines so all alone?
Jeanne Poland
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10/27/12
