12 Minutes I Won't MissA Poem by Syd WarburtonThe lyrics to a song I wrote
Close you eyes
Ignite the sun Not everyone Knows where they are going I soldiered on You took the plunge Seems to me You were dead without knowing Roll up my problems Watch them wilter Watch them burn From the tip to the filter Taxes, death, breakups, last kiss Take a pencil and write em on a list Don't matter when the smoke reaches my lips These 12 minutes i will not miss © 2011 Syd Warburton |
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