A Little Piece of Me

There's a little piece of me
on an Island
far out in the Caribbean

She's got my DNA
my long legs
and some say my face

But she's on an island
in the Caribbean
and I can't even call her

I wonder if this piece of me
has any idea
how much I missed her today?

I have a picture of the piece
on my desk
and it helps to look at it

But the island thing
in the Caribbean
makes the rest of me sad again

I know she's probably doing fine
so far away
but me...not so much

In four days she'll leave
the Caribbean island
and return to me my peace

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