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Ode to the life of a truck drivers wife
With no demand's and no request's. No one to suggest what might be best. With no husband to satisfy, I am free to will as I gratify. With no ridiculous ideas to embellish, and no insane inlaws to relish, I am free to take delight, anytime day or night. The house is mine, the money too, I could paint it orange and blue. I am free from the daily matrimony grind. but in the dearth of his presence, I find My days slurr by without a glimpse, of my magnificent wandering prince. The chores are mine unaided. Our children still unabated. Yet, absence makes the heart grow fonder? This I must sit and ponder. Is home just another stop on list? A place where the road took a twist? Believe me when I tell you you are greatly missed. I
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