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She.


She.

I don’t know how I got her

But I intend to keep her

I won’t lose her if it’s the last thing I do

 

Imagine the most average person you can

Shit, from their tests to their blood type; everything’s a B 

Now wave Hello because you’re looking at me

 

Now imagine someone who’s not average

They’re way above

A compassionate fire brand

 A fine mess at her worst

And awfully pretty at her best

So elegant

So intelligent

Now that’s her

 

Now hopefully you can understand my initial confusion

Because I’m at a loss as to how I got her

Now she’s certainly going places

I hope she lets me tag along

That’s why I can’t live without Kenzie

She’s everything to me and everyone around her

 

All that and she could rock a coconut bra in case we are on that island you mentioned 

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