Squeaky Clean Floors Of TeakA Poem by Marie HarrisonA hardwood poem.
Squeaky Clean Floors of Teak All clean and shiny is my teak When they step on my Glossy black my heart leaps Joyous smiles deep down my timbers leak You can see your face and your physique When you look at me Don’t walk on me with your dirty feet Shhh….. Whisper when you speak If you’re real quiet you’ll hear me squeak. © 2010 Marie HarrisonReviews
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21 Reviews Added on November 11, 2010 Last Updated on November 11, 2010 AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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