Ode № 11219
My girl
She is my everything.
The air I breathe, the food I need,
even the drink of water I enjoy, when she makes me sing.
Whitney, that's her name.
But she's not around as much anymore,
and things just haven't been the same.
It's not her fault her mother and I don't get along anymore.
But I take care of my baby when she's here,
and our relationship is like a video game.
I'm trying to get high score.
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