The apple of my eye
She has short brown hair
and lives without a care,
he has a big black dog
and never eats a hog.
She used to care what people thought
but then she started smoking pot,
living in the present
is what she considers pleasant.
One day she got caught
but she hardly ever fought,
so she let the storm pass
because she has that much class.
She likes he artistic guys
even though they often tell lies,
so she ends up breaking it off
which just makes them scoff.
A smile is constantly on her face
and she walks at a quick pace,
she rallies like a champ
next to her salt rock lamp.
Do whatever you please
and don't be a tease,
this is how she lives her life
no matter her amount of strife.
She is full of crazy dreams
and is a pro when she cleans,
those post party messes
which often times impresses.
She teaches others life skills
and gives them great thrills,
one can only hope
to be this fricken' dope.
Candace is her little dog
which she often loses in the fog,
but Hank the Tank is the OG
who enjoys the shade of tall trees.
One can get along well with Jess
even when she is a large mess,
she lives a crazy kind of way
no matter what the kind of day.
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