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Twenty six feet packed that’s bursting the seams
Sixteen hundred cubic, four tons of dreams
Filled her up until she can’t take no more
Still a small room’s worth on my garage floor

Muscles that screamed at me deep in the night
Mostly recovered with approaching light
Near all our possessions there on that truck
Tomorrow see Tampa with any luck

Tired teamsters of son, me and my wife
Few recriminations, worked free of strife
Sweetest of sorrows and bitter red wine
I’ve six more days of just filling in time

“Home is where the heart is,” so they do say
Home, love and family so far away