One tap, two tap, three tap, four
who is that at my front door?
Five tap, six tap, seven tap, more.
It is only my great friends tapping at my door.
Waiting for me, at a quarter to four.
They would't stop tapping,
until I open my front door.
So I better hurry out my door,
For they are my friends,
one and more,
just tapping on my front door.
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Poems I Wrote For No Reason
ПоэзияShort poems I've wrote in middle school. Nothing good. But for fun.
