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...
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