After the Vacation and Dirty Clothes
The Mother Ship has brought me in
I must now clear the den
Of all the dirties from the trip
I have, I have to get a grip
Packing up and arriving home
Has left me somewhat alone
Everyone has disappeared to separate space
Now I have to have the grace
Not complain but do the work
Of coming home to the same old stuff
Grind of everyday has its way
Of sucking the life right away
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