The Minute Mile
In the beginning a different feeling
Until with cancer she was dealing
And like the waters of the stream
Of being free she'd often dream
To seek out her different pleasures
And unearth her hidden treasures
Without him getting it in his mind
That with him love she didn't find
She simply wanted to find her fire
To feel the passion and find desire
To seek out what made her smile
make her mind stop the minute mile.
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