My Early Departure
The house, it is quiet this cold winter morning
The heat, set real low, to about sixty eight
The dog, she whimpers, needing to go out
And I, readying for work, cannot show up late
The kids, looking cozy and warm in their beds
The wife, in warm repose this cold early morn
The house, seems to be alive within its quiet
As I, off to work, leave from the bosom of home
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