Apartment Stats
Coming home to this empty apartment,
seem's so dishartning,
In my heart compartment,
no signs of life,
says a man, with no wife,
sultry and dull, as evening sets in,
no tails a waggin, no doggie spins,
filled with air, so thick and dry,
seems all I can do in this apartment, is cry,
It's time to fill it with happiness and joy,
maybe some kids, and lots of their toys,
oh yes, a dog and a cat,
you can bet, for sure they'll be that,
now furnished with laughter and joy,
for now, my apartment,
I much do enjoy......
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