When she came home she couldn't find it,
When he left home he couldn't stand it,
When she tried to make a home she failed
Because he wouldn't have any of it.
Some of us are homemakers,
Some of us are homewreckers,
Some of us carry our homes with us
Like so many turtles, or gypsies,
Or starry-eyed explorers constantly searching
For someplace, anyplace, to go.
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