The refrain did the sin. Pardon. On a fine morning you hear something from a tap, water keeps dripping, waves an excitement, but wanes out, no plumber at grab, water keeps dripping. You push an elephant, give a round around the bed, lie once, prick out yet keeps hanging mosquito net, the shabby chap; water keeps dripping. Water boils on full flame, the tea leaves the same stain in the pan,
