My Crazy Little Girl.

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Have you seen my crazy little girl?
She lives inside my crazy little world.
She's got crazy little eyes.
And she's got a crazy little smile.

She's such a crazy little thing.
My heart was pounding giving her that crazy little diamond ring.
And on the crazy little day,
Something a little crazy I will gladly say.

My crazy little girl.
Together, living in our crazy little world.
Making crazy little boys and crazy little girls.
To join us in our crazy little world.

Have you seen my crazy little girl?
She left our crazy little world.
She's sat upon a crazy little cloud looking down from way up high.
Now I'm all that's left, just me, myself, and crazy little I.

#general #grief #loss #love #memory #poetry

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